Day 769: Wait!

Wait!  Guess how many blog posts I’ve written with the title “Wait” over the last two years!

I’ll wait while you think of a number, between zero and seven hundred and sixty-eight.

Hmmmmm. I’m not sure how you feel about guessing games. Are you OK?  And what number did you come up with?

Do you want me to tell you the answer now, or would you like to wait?*

I don’t know about you, but waiting is not one of my favorite activities.

For example, about ten days ago, after waiting for months to find out whether and when I’m going to need major heart surgery, I got this email from somebody on my vast team of heart specialists, spread out over several Boston-area hospitals ….

Wait!  When I just checked my work emails, I found this new one, instead:

Current weather forecasts call for 12 – 18 inches of snow to fall throughout the Boston area beginning Saturday night and continuing through Monday evening, Feb. 9. The worst of the snow is expected during the day Monday.

Please give yourself extra time so you can travel and commute safely.

Although we have not yet been informed of a travel ban associated with this storm, please remember you must have your ID badge with you to show to authorities if there are any restrictions going forward.

Please also know that the most important factor for you to consider is the safety of you and your family during the storm. Please review and share with staff the information below about arrangements under way at the medical center.

Now you know what New England is waiting for, today and tomorrow. Please wait while I look for that heart-related email, again.

Wait!  That email didn’t go to my work address.

Please wait while I check my home email.

Thanks for waiting.  Here’s that email, dated 1/30/15:

We will get back to you next week after we have been able to review everything.

I waited. Nobody got back to me.

Other things got back to me last week. Those included:

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  • my son, with this birthday gift


When I am waiting for others, here’s what I do (wait for it) ….







I distract myself. For example, guess how many times I listened to this video I posted yesterday!

I won’t make you wait for THAT answer, OK?

I lost count of how many times I played that yesterday, as a way to self-soothe and distract.

Wait!  Why did I listen to Glee‘s version of Michael Jackson’s “Smooth Criminal” over and over again, yesterday, instead of something else?

Wait, please, while I figure that out.

Wait!  I think I’ve found a good-enough answer to that.

Since I’ve been a child, dealing with my congenital heart condition, lots of people have been asking me, in verbal and non-verbal ways, “Ann(ie), are you OK?” After waiting my whole life, I finally found a song that somehow captures the essence of that life-long experience.

Wait!  Did that make sense to you?

Wait!  It makes sense to me.

Wait!  A few more things, before I publish this post.  After waiting for years (I assume), other people with congenital heart conditions convinced the powers-that-be to declare this coming week …

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(If you don’t want to wait, you can find that image here, at another blog.)

Wait!  That image, above, tells me that Congenital Heart Defect Awareness Week has been waiting for me to find out about it, for a while. My first awareness of it was yesterday, but now I know it’s been around at least since 2011.

I’m still waiting for a word I like better, though, instead of “Defect.”

Wait!  I think I’ve seen some CHD images, where “D” stands for something else  (like “Disease”) (which is also not one of my favorite words).  Wait while I check Google Images for “CHD Awareness Week”:


Wait!  The D-word there is slightly different (“Defects”), but I don’t like that word any better.


“Defect” is still the word, in that image found here.


Wait!  When I read that last one (found here), I THOUGHT IT SAID “CONGENITAL HEART PERFECT AWARENESS WEEK!”  I was going to write, just now:

That last image was worth waiting for.

I guess we see what we’ve been waiting to see, sometimes.

Anyway, I’m not going to wait for somebody else to replace the word “defect” in CHD with something else. Here are my suggestions:

  • Perfect (see above, but that’s not perfect because it should be a “D” word, for “CHD”).
  • Condition (see above, blah blah blah blah blah).





Wait.  I can NOT, here and now, think of another D-word, that fits.  Can you?

I’ll wait.

WAIT! How about this?!?!?

I don’t have a Congenital Heart Defect. I have a Congenital Heart Distraction.

Wait!  Have you been waiting for songs about waiting?

(“Waiting on the World to Change” by John Mayer found here on YouTube.)

(“She’s Waiting” by Eric Clapton found here on YouTube.)

(“Wait” by the Beatles found here on YouTube.)

I can’t wait any more!  I have to publish this post!

Many thanks to all who have ever waited for anything in their lives, including you (of course!).

* Thanks for waiting. The number of posts I’ve written with the word “Wait” in the title is exactly







zero (according to WordPress).**

** Wait!  I don’t want WordPress to get the last word!

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38 thoughts on “Day 769: Wait!

  1. How about Congenital Heart Disturbance ? 🙂

  2. How about “Congenital Heart Distinction”?

  3. Detour? Disruption? I don’t know Ann. Oh Diva??!! Hope you get news soon, I suck at waiting! ❤
    Diana xo

  4. Deborah


    or better yet, have Aaron make up a good word.

  5. The amount of snow is astounding.
    And you don’t have a defect. You have an unusualment.

  6. I’ve had a long wait already, waiting for the order I placed in the waiting room, where the waiting hearts led wandering paths, that had been waiting so long for this coveted virtue, of a patient, waiting heart, beating for life’s illuminated journey on their behalf, and waiting for a moment’s laugh, was found beating strong and steadfast, so that wait finally became worthwhile, at last.

  7. Distraction is so apt!
    Discantus might also work.

    • Wait! I have to look that up!

      Descant, discant, or discantus can refer to several different things in music, depending on the period in question; etymologically, the word means a voice (cantus) above or removed from others. A descant is a form of medieval music in which one singer sang a fixed melody, and others accompanied with improvisations.

      As usual, your words work beautifully, Maureen.

  8. Congenital Heart Designer Week, Ann.

    You’ve got a special one, put out there like an Armani!

    It’s not right for Team Ann’s top management to make you wait like this. I think they need a word from middle management.

    • How long have you been waiting, Mark, managing the middle here every day, for so, so long? You’re promoted, my friend.

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  10. And I was just about to nominate Desperation.
    Oh well. I’m still OK. Actually Very OK.

  11. I was waiting all day for your post in my reader, and finally could wait no longer, so paid a visit directly only to find your post never showed up in my reader, and my waiting had been in vain. 🙂

  12. You always make me laugh out loud. Even though the use of the word DEFECT I find appalling

  13. But wait there’s more……..isn’t that what they say in adds…………… I have to add more so I will tell you I have a lot of chest pain right now bloody reflux

  14. You’ve certainly been doing your share of waiting, Ann. Winter’s a bad enough time for making us wait as it it. Waiting for snow or fog to clear, waiting for traffic held up by bad weather to start moving again . . . Wiating for expected emails is a definite no-no. As to finding an alternative to the ‘Defect’ in CHD – well, there are lots of suggestions in comments up there. Mark’s was a good one! Also lots of great songs about waiting – just to cheer you up while you’re . . . er . . . waiting. 🙂

  15. I thought it said Perfect too. How about Disorganisation (I know – too long), or Drama?

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