Photo and story © by DC Lessoway
photos and poem © DC Lessoway
So went through the routine: check in, blood pressure check, answer questions, etc. Anyway, busy, no chairs, so I found a place to stand. The staff are patient and kind and everyone is also waiting patiently.
But then I found myself within earshot of this older man, clearly in pain, swearing loudly and complaining about having to wait so long to his clearly, if not overly patient wife.
I tried to ignore for a while, but started to get angry at his rude comments about the staff. I felt like saying: ‘you whinny little…’ but thought better of it.
He then started to complain about the Canadian health system. I heard myself, somewhat audiably, say, ‘it’s free asshole.’
Thankfully he didn’t hear, but the wife did, I wanted to glare back but could only feel compassion for her.
Yeah, we got lineups, but really I’d take our system not bankrupting me just for a sliver any day.
poem and photo © DC Lessoway
Music has been in my life for a long time. I picked up a guitar when I was 13 and love to still pick it up. In college I took music, but found it just wasn’t my thing, I just didn’t have it. It was hard but I had to let it go, it still stings, to tell the truth. But, anyway, I love to play around with the track mix on Garage Band and here is one I came up with today.
music © 2017 by DC Lessoway
photo and poem © DC Lessoway