A/N: Just something I wrote while waiting for my daughter to come out of surgery this week. Nothing flash. But hey I was venting sort of.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with CSI, but I'd like to.
I Hate Waiting.
Today has been such a long day. But it's nearly over.
At least this part that is, the waiting will be done.
I hate the waiting. You see I'm not the worlds' most patient person as most of my co-workers would attest.
Yeah. Ok, so in my work I have patience, I mean you can't be a successful CSI without it. But hey, that's different.
So here I am, having a cup of coffee in the hospital café – quite nice for a hospital. I really needed the coffee let me tell you.
See I decided early that if he couldn't eat or drink from five o'clock this morning then I wouldn't either.
I mean, that's fair isn't it?
What I do for love.
I know they have to take emergencies first, I really do, but he was supposed to be first on the surgical list for this afternoon (hence fasting from five am), then he got kicked back to second – ok not so bad.
Now though, instead of one-thirty or two o'clock it's three-thirty before he goes in.
He started getting a headache about two-thirty, but all he could have was two Tylenol. Useless when you suffer from migraines. Actually I could do with some too.
Well, I've finished my coffee and a vegie muffin, so I'll head back upstairs to the waiting room so that I can be there when he wakes up.
For a grown man he can be such a baby sometimes, and I'm not looking forward to the next few days I can tell you.
Perhaps I'll just play the big meanie with him, I mean if he's stupid enough to chase a perp when there are younger more fit people around him then well….
All right, so I don't mean it, but hey, I'm the one who's been sitting here all day, waiting for someone I love to have exploratory surgery on one of their joints, worrying my ass off. I'm allowed to be a bit cranky.
I wish he'd hurry up, I hope everything is ok.
I really hate waiting.