How not to be bored in clinics

Hospital routines are insufferable. 
After hours of waiting, Maya was ready to throw tantrums, stones and bricks. Did no one else in the clinic feel the same way? She watched them curiously, seeing if she could absorb a little of their patience and not stand up and scream.
Nothing worked. 
So she took out her pocket diary and stabbed at it with her pen. In loud capital letters, she wrote fast and furious.

"TURN THIS HOSPITAL ON ITS HEAD. TURN THIS FUCKING COUNTRY ON ITS HEAD. ALL YOU PEOPLE IN THIS ROOM! AM I THE ONLY ONLY ONE WILD WITH IMPATIENCE? I'M WILLING THE NIB OF THIS PEN TO BREAK SO THAT I BREAK NOTHING ELSE, BUT IT REFUSES TO BREAK. All THE PEOPLE WHOSE NAMES ARE BEING CALLED FOR THE SCAN SEEM TO HAVE GONE FOR TEA. ARE THOSE WAITING INSIDE THE ROOM THE IDIOTS? 
BIPIN PRABHAKAR! KILL ME WITH YOUR FUCKING. JEREMY, SLAUGHTER ME WITH YOUR LOVING. I NEED YOU BOTH TO SURVIVE THIS. MAYBE NAREN TOO, THOUGH I HATED IT WHEN YOU ASKED IF I LIKE HAIRY CHESTS, BUT YOU'RE CUTE AND I ALMOST KISSED YOU IN THE CORRIDOR THE FIRST TIME WE MET AT THE CONFERENCE. CHEMISTRY IS THE TRUE SCIENCE OF LUST, FOR YOU TOLD ME LATER YOU ALMOST KISSED ME  IN THE CORRIDOR. PERHAPS IT WAS THE VERY SAME CHEMICAL MOMENT. I WISH WE HAD TIMED IT, SO I COULD PROVE THAT. (now tired of all caps, and more sober). Two hormones attracted each other and swayed toward each other in the corridor while the guy who had checked me out earlier, walked by, turned around and nearly stopped to watch us, knowing the moment he had wanted with me had been appropriated by another. 
Bipin Prabhakar, fuck me crazy. I will throw my head back and and let my neck be bitten off. You will writhe in quietitude while I rip your shirt off and unbutton you, while falling on you in electric moments of tuning my every nerve to every one of yours."

Spent, Maya paused. Her mother had been waiting for her scan since dawn. She relaxed and wrote out a bucket list.

"Make love in
Punjab
Kerala
Sydney
Langkawi
Michigan"

Separate ports. Different men.

Then she graded each of the men. Her parameters were
Hotness
Availability
Tenderness
Ability to share her innermost self

Bipin topped. Jeremy was second. Her first boyfriend was third. (He lost on availability, the playboy having become a preacher). The next two were tied, so she chose to put the Punjabi last.

And then she decided she was losing her mind. But it had been more fun than murdering the clinic staff. 

Writing always helps. Especially when you are trying to get over the fact that you could not stop yourself from being attracted to every decent male who said he was attracted. Whether he was boss, husband's  friend or preacher. 

So today she decided that she would take her brother's job offer. Brotherly restraint at work could keep her from bumping into men in corridors and other ...er...romantic places.