Descriptive Essay On A Waiting Room

It had been about 30 minutes since we arrived in the waiting room. The receptionist who was shuffling through paperwork finally motioned for us to come to her counter. “The doctor will be right with you,” she said politely.
Not much later we when taken inside the office through a large wooden door with a small rectangular window. “We need to get your height and weight before we take you to your room,” said the brunette nurse.
The process took approximately three minutes before we were led to our room where we’d meet my doctor. The door looked exactly like the one I had passed through a couple of minutes ago except the addition of a plaque that read the number three across it.
The room smelled of cleaning supplies and was eerily quiet. The room smelled of disinfectant and cleaning chemicals, it immediately attacked my senses. The hospital had several small rooms reserved for its patients. They were petite and only about the size of a small bathroom, they were still stuffed with equipment and artwork. The echoing of faint voices can be heard just around the corridor. My mother and I waited for the doctor to return hoping for some answers. The footsteps of a person approached the doors then a small knock resonated throughout the room. My doctor with her medium build and soft-spoken voice began to explain

But now I felt all my hopes and dreams were being crushed. I was scared to because I didn’t quite understand what the doctor was trying to explain to me. I sat back in my chair I tried to piece the whole thing together in my head. I wanted to know why this was happening to me, why am I the one sticking out like a sore thumb. I wanted to stay positive I kept reminding myself that my situation could have been worse. Although I’ll need medication for the rest of myself, at least I’m not dying or suffering from a worse