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Waiting Room Madness You know the waiting as well as I do. You hate it too. The terrible waiting. The time you dread more than a five foot needle stuck in your backside. You feel the rage. You work harder than hell for some decent medical insurance only to wait like a flea-bitten dog for a miserable bone. Waiting in line to fill out a form. Waiting for a bubblegum-smacking bimbette to point out an …

…hands. You sit still and fight to recall if you told her, you loved her, before the doctor closed the examing room door. You feel ashamed because you just cannot remember. You feel disgusted that your thoughts on not on the baby as much as on your loving wife. You whisper a prayer while holding the waiting room in contempt. You're a man, but it's out of your hands. All you can do is wait.