Posted on | November 29, 2010 | 7 Comments
|My doc? Did not look like this.|
* Three uhm, ‘boyz’ are in line ahead of me. They could hang with Snoop Dogg. They all look totally fine. “Yo. I had a boil drained on Fri-DAY. Doc told me to come back TO-day. And these are my boyz.” How did that conversation go? And you all don’t have jobs/school/chores/something else more engaging to do on a Monday morning than sit in an emergency room while your ‘boy’ gets a boil checked?
* Husband, complaining while wife sits in wheelchair waiting to check in. “There’s a line. Man! What if there were a national emergency? What then? Huh? What if there were bombs dropping from the sky? I bet they’d see us then, wouldn’t they?” Really? They’d see us then?
*” No, I’m not at home! I’m at the emergency room, dumba$$. Because I have a cyst on my wrist and it’s cutting off my circulation. My hand is all swoll. I can’t talk now. Call my manager and tell him I haf to haf it tooken off.” She doesn’t see me writing down her conversation, because she is busy texting the entire time she’s waiting to be seen. I feel all mean towards her, especially because she gets seen before me. Then I see her later. With her eye makeup all smeared and her wrist all bandaged. I’m a winner.
* “I hear an ambulance. They’re bringing someone here w/ a broken leg. Because this is one of them trauma centers. But can they fix your leg? Oh noooo. They make us wait and wait . . ” the wife gets up and starts wandering around the waiting room, on ‘broken’ leg. “What if there were a national emergency?” This, again? “What then? Huh? I bet they’d fix your leg, then, wouldn’t they?!” Uh, no, they would not. Do you remember September 11? All the doctors rushed to the hospitals to help because we thought we’d be getting survivors here. Also? Your ‘broken’ leg would not be at the top of the important list if there were a national emergency.
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