Waiting and Waiting, Singing and Singing

This geriatric care manager and her client headed to the doctor’s office last week in White Plains, New York. When we  arrived  I signed Peter in. I also saw the names of some twenty patients who had preceded Peter. The irony, staff places you in an examining room and insists the door be kept closed to comply with  HIPAA guidelines. But you already know everybody who has arrived since 8 AM  and those who are now in rooms next to you.

Back to the waiting room. A short while after arriving we were escorted into an examining room. I kept the door opened, after all, everyone knew we were here. It looked promising I thought, we could be out before lunch. An hour went by and my hope faded.

While Peter is a perfectly charming gentleman, there is just so much exchange you can have after waiting an hour. Conversations about his family, days as a navy man, his dog, the weather, and winters in Plattsburgh, New York had run out. Peter was starting to doze off. It must have been the force of cold air thru the one inch opening in the window that made me come up with a rather ingenious way to spend the next thirty minutes.

Peter likes to sing. Marching songs are his favorites.  I had recently challenged my neural pathways by upgrading from a simple cell phone to an Android. Now there were all sorts of wondrous things I could do. Set my telephone to work as an alarm clock during Hurricane Sandy, learn the side effects of particular medications as quickly as I could type their names and find out who became the President after the assassination of Lincoln (Andrew Johnson). While I had not tried the YouTube app, I wondered if I could type in the name of one of Peter’s favorite songs, and well, we could have a sing along.

Golly gee this geriatric care manager got YouTube up and working.  Within minutes Peter opened his eyes, saw the 2×4 screen, heard the marching music and together we started to sing Anchors Aweigh followed by The Caissons Go Rolling Along. Now the time had come to close the door, but not before technology had bridged the old with the new.