The Waiting Room

In the waiting room,
My patience is tested,
Anxiety is abounding,
My mind is infested.

But soon I'll be out,
And diagnosed anew,
And the medication will help,
Me to get through:

All the uncertainty,
All the success,
All the failure,
And all the rest.

But, for now, I wait,
To be called in,
By a woman in scrubs,
Who doesn't know where I've been.