In The Lobby

In The Lobby

Sometimes it’s good to revisit an old My Odd Sock.  Let this be one of them…..

 

You’ve had a rough go of it lately.

The weather hasn’t been cooperative.  Neither has your body.

Your spirits seem as low as your energy level.

You try to shake it.  Change your routine.  Mix it up a little bit.

But whatever it is….it hangs on draped like a wet coat.

It is frustrating.  Confusing.  And not you what-so-ever.

Your chin rests on your chest because it is too tiresome to hold your head up.

 

It feels good here.
It feels good here.

 

Then, one day, you discover a glimmer of promise.

A small morsel of comfort knowing you are not alone.

 

Who knew outside of those automatic doors we could be so different—but inside, we are so much the same!

 

Of course I’m referring to the lobby of your neurologist, your CNP or where ever you go to fight your MS.

In the lobby, we are all one.

We share similar stories, treatments, experiences.  Yet we have one common goal.

In the lobby, we tell of heartbreak and hope…often without saying a single word.  Just a simple nod can be the nudge of acknowledgement that speaks volumes.

In the lobby, we make no notice of ticks, tremors or how you got that scrape on your forehead.

And you don’t need to explain–we know.

So next time you find yourself in the lobby, put down that dog-eared magazine you’ve read before and look around.  Make eye contact.  Say hello.

As your support may be just what someone needs to brighter possibilities.

 

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On a lighter side, here’s a parody verse to the Village People’s song “In The Navy”…

 

Sing it loud!
Sing it loud!

In the lobby

you’ll see MS of all degrees.

In the lobby

you can put your mind at ease.

In the lobby

we’re all in the same boat.

In the lobby

we’re known as slo-pokes.

In the lobby, in the lobby.

sock

 

 

3 Replies to “In The Lobby”

  2. Speaking of the “Village People”, it made me think of the first two lines in their song “YMCA”.

    “Young man, there’s no need to feel down
    I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground”

    Those two lines in some way relate to those of us with MS. And yes, I do observe and speak to others in the waiting area. However, a common conversation is usually “how long have you been waiting here in the lobby to see the doctor”. My philosophy on this is, there may be times when the Dr. spends “extra time” with me, or they have “fit me in”, and “I” was that patient that caused the other patient’s to wait, so I never complain about waiting.