So there was this day I found myself sitting at the Emergency Room with my sisterfriend there alongside, and I looked up at the TV right in front of me whose sound was not minimal, and the violence was jarring.
It would have been jarring in any circumstances, but with the background sounds of the young woman in the wheelchair crying out in pain as her husband rubbed her back in gentle circles, and the voices of the nurses insisting that no one else go back to a patient’s room or security would be called, it was dizzying. Surreal. Confusing. Not to mention all the worry and anxiety.
And it was more than I could bear.
When a character on the TV walked into a room and shot The Rock, a man whom I’ve only seen in Disney movies and in brief interviews and that time he lip synced the Taylor Swift song, “Shake It Off,” it sent a shock though my system. I really like him. Okay, I’m in the ER, and The Rock is now dead. Only he isn’t. But in a room that has seen its fair share of gunshot wounds, it just seemed WRONG.
More than wrong.
Here’s the thing. I’ve sat here thinking about that day. And about ERs. And the thing is, I cannot think of a single reason that wouldn’t be at least somewhat worrisome or troubling that would bring one to the ER.
Let’s face it. It’s not a happy place. Somebody is sick or hurt or struggling or something is WRONG and that’s why each and every person is in there. If it’s not them hurting, they are there because they care about someone who is.
So maybe, could we all agree that these TVs that seem to be in every waiting space there is these days should be tuned to something that would take our minds off of the worry, pain, fear, concern, aches, hurt–or at least attempt to?
Like maybe “I Love Lucy” greatest hits. Or an “Andy Griffith” marathon. Or some other show that is devoid of violence or high speed chases or anything else that quickens the pulse and raises the blood pressure. No more added stress. I’m sure it would be a different show for all of us, but at this point, I’d take elevator music playing in the background.
Can we just remove the violence, the blood and gore and terror, at the very least? (There’s enough of that in the world, in that very room, already.)
It seems that the older I get, the more sensitive I am to it. At this point, I could do without ever seeing anything like that again.
Thanks for listening to my thoughts. I welcome yours…..what would be your choice to pass the time in a place like the ER? What do you think is appropriate?
Love to all.