In the nephrologist's office today we sat opposite this wall. What, BBBH wondered, is going on behind that door? We found out when an attendant came out to call the next patient. She left the door open long enough, more than long enough, three or four minutes, for us to see that inside people were undergoing hemodialysis. Beautiful was not encouraged by this.
But to my issue. I am not obsessive compulsive, but my first glance at the wall impelled me to move forward in my seat, intent on straightening that mess. I am not afflicted with OCD. But before I could rise, I saw that it was not just the stuff pinned to the wall, but horrors! it was the stuff attached to and built into the wall as well. I am not anal retentive, but this sort of things drives me nuts. Good thing I am not obsessive compulsive.
So then we had an hour-long chat with the doctor. There is no dialysis in the immediate future, but there were some suggestions to improve the quality of life. God bless physicians.
Before we left I had to snap this picture in an anteroom. To someone's credit, there was a sign on the chair reading "Please do not sit in chair."
I showed the picture to BBBH and said, What is wrong with this picture?
She told me almost instantly. My woman is not only beautiful, she is very observant. Smart, too.