Waiting rooms.

Waiting rooms always have televisions switched on and screaming for attention. We have to endure an overweight cook adding salt, butter and cream to the dish of the day; the harsh-yet-fair judge berating both plaintiff and respondent over their hesitant answers to tricky questions; an unknown celebrity untangling her twisted family tree; manly actors and glamorous actresses dramatically portraying the undramatic lives of wealthy Americans or; worst of all, test cricket! All punctuated with flashy advertisements for unnecessary items that everyone simply must have. It's almost enough to make the pile of uninteresting magazines worth browsing. Fortunately, a pen and the back of an Officeworks receipt is enough to keep me occupied. We've waited in four such rooms this week, one of them twice, and the end result is that, due to unrelenting unrelievable side-effects, the medication that Ben has relied upon for so many months has to be gradually reduced and something new slowly introduced. The replacement will be decided at an appointment next week and the decision is difficult because all the meds have side effects. There'll be more waiting and more inane television which is completely unnecessary because we learned how to be patient a long time ago.