Pray For Her...

I am truly scared for the girl I just saw in the doctor's office...

Two women came in, a mother and a daughter. The mother was in a motorized scooter chair. Her bag with everything she would need for a journey out into the heat was hanging on the back. Her daughter, the one I'm worried about...was so skinny, I could see the joints where her knees were. She was too tanned (orange) with blonde hair that was too thin...and she looked to me like she was literally wasting away. Her mother did not stop giving her orders, from the time they came in, until the time my mother and I left the office. Whether it was, needing her sweater on her shoulders, needing more toilet paper (as opposed to Kleenex), needing her SKIRT STRAIGHTENED... or needing to know why she had not yet been seen, because her appointment was at 1:15. The second they came into the office, this mother (whom I'm guessing was in her fifties) was already ordering this girl to grab something out of her bag. I'm guessing her daughter was no more then 21. She was built tiny anyway, but with her super tiny shorts and sleeveless tank top over her thin as a rail frame, she looked like she could've passed for a junior high student.

The mother talked so much, I got the feeling that this frail, young girl, was not able to breathe without permission. Her mother had to describe EVERYTHING ... The way she (herself) coughed, the way it hurt when she coughed, the way she breathed, and some other things, too gross to mention. Another lady in a wheelchair came in, and this mother, obsessed with all her symptoms began to tell her every single thing wrong with her while giving her daughter more orders. I really wondered if this obsessive, possessive mother was a hypo-chondriach. She had parked her scooter against the wall, but right next to the door where the doctors came out and the patients went in. She then took a charger out of her bag, which she dropped on the floor. I was concerned that someone may trip over it. A moment later, this lady asked me to pick it up for her and hand it to her.

I stood up, but stopped, because I was afraid, someone would open that door. Sure enough... a doctor did. At the same time, two patients were coming from the other way because he had just called their names. This lady's scooter was in the way, in any case, and so was her charger. She did not see the reasons that I had not moved, and she then asked me if I was okay, like I had not heard her. My overall impression of this woman was that she was completely unaware of anything anyone else was going through. The other lady in the wheelchair told her that as a rule, she never makes anyone in her family become her caretaker. She said it was because then they would feel like they never got a break. Somehow, I could tell, she was trying to stand up for this poor young girl, who could never do enough for her mother.

"She's gotten a break! I've been in the hospital for two weeks! I had two heart attacks!"

At this point, the young girl was out of the room. Shortly, she came back with more TP for her mother to blow her nose with. She took her seat next to me and played with her phone just waiting for her mother to give her the next order. My mother came out to the waiting room and we left. When we exited the elevator, we stopped at the ladies room. Mom, told me she'd be waiting outside for me, and right after that, someone else came in, and the girl in the stall next to me was vomiting. I told my mom the story after we got in the car.

"Was she the little blonde girl sitting next to you?"

I said that she was, and mom said that she was the one who'd gone into the ladies room right after she went out to wait for me.

I'd been sitting in that waiting room wondering how this poor girl dealt with all the stress her mother put on her. Now I had my answer...and my worst fears had been confirmed. I'd thought about it when I'd first seen her walk in the waiting room. Her lack of muscle mass alarmed me. But I dismissed what I was thinking. Now I had my answer. Poor thing! I felt belittled just sitting in the waiting room with her mother. I can't IMAGINE how this young, way too thin woman feels living with her. Anyone who read's this post...please pray for this young girl. I don't even know her name, but I know she's in trouble. Thank you.