I hate to admit that "I'm a little off", I never sat quiet in any treatment room. I brought my guitar, sang, invited student Dr's and nurses etc. to come check me out and tried to make as much fun as I could. Every time I went and still wait in the "waiting" room, sometimes for a couple of hours, I always look for the seat beside the scardest looking person in the place.
I walk up to them and introduce myself. Then I ask them if they have a favorite song so I could play it. Wether I know the song or not I play it soo...sooo badly that they have to laugh. Then I play some songs almost perfectly. Usually, it becomes a happy carefree spot.
Basically I take the gas out of the chainsaw...most times it help me and hopefully someone else.
On one occasion, the person I sidled up to basically told me to get lost, so I did. I came back later with the hospital gown on and walked right by him with my ass bare for him to see...yeah I have no pride...grabbed my guitar and walked back to the treatment room. I was playing a few songs while my favorite cocktail was dripping into my veins and he peeked in and asked if he could come in and listen...of course I said, "sure." 2 minutes later we started talking and I think I made him feel better. I saw him a few more times and he always came to listen to me play and talk to me. Unfortunatly he passed away four years ago. Shortly after when I was going for follow-up a woman approached me when I walked in, guitar case in hand. She handed me a card and said Thanks. I had no idea who she was. She was this man's sister, in the card was a note from her saying Thanks for helping my brother cope with his treatment. There was also a sheet of music for the song, "I will survive." The bottom of the sheet had a not that read, "Thanks, the way you played this hurt me more than cancer every did...learn it for me."
I was attempting to ruin that song when I met him to try and make him smile.
Rambling....
Tom, angry...yes I guess I occasionally had that emotion, my guitar was my chainsaw and as long as I played it I guess I thought I wasn't being played.
Don't let this beast play you.

Cheers,

Mike