Tuesday, 1/22/08: Emergency Room
I had to abandon my weekly theme because holy cow, Day of Doctors. I woke up at 5:15 absolutely *convinced* that I'd overslept my alarm by half an hour and it was 6:15, before I realized Gen was awake much earlier than normal. See, last night, Gen bruised her foot. Only overnight, she came to the painful realization that said foot might actually be broken. And thus, I made my first ever trip to the emergency room, not-so-bright and early this morning.
I was fine with waiting in the waiting room, watching the nearly intolerable Good Day LA (or whatever the heck Fox 11 tries to pass off as a morning show... if I had to hear about Grandma getting arrested over wanting salt-free fries at McDonald's one more time, someone was going to hear it). I sat while a pregnant woman came in with a 102* fever, a little old man brought his wife in with chest pains, a middle-aged gentleman came in with a scratched cornea, and a Spanish-speaking couple came in with a tiny little girl bleeding from a rather large gash on her head. But when the youngish guy all hunched over and moaning was dropped into the chair next to me, and then given a bucket, I was out of there. I do NOT do vomit, and I was deathly afraid that's what was coming. At that point, two and a half hours after arriving, it occurred to me that I might be able to go in to Gen's room and wait with her there. If only I'd thought of it sooner, we could have been bored together.
So, that was that. Broken foot, huge cast, no driving for two weeks (OMG in LA??). And that would have been plenty of the medical profession for one day! But then I had an eye doctor appointment in the afternoon, "squeezed in" between patients, which meant more waiting rooms. Ha. Luckily, that was much quicker and did not involve the possibility of bodily fluids. All this driving back and forth took me past the old medical center Scrubs films in *four times*. At my old office, I drove past it daily, but I haven't been down that road in ages. This is all because I started watching Season 6 on DVD yesterday! Ha.
I was fine with waiting in the waiting room, watching the nearly intolerable Good Day LA (or whatever the heck Fox 11 tries to pass off as a morning show... if I had to hear about Grandma getting arrested over wanting salt-free fries at McDonald's one more time, someone was going to hear it). I sat while a pregnant woman came in with a 102* fever, a little old man brought his wife in with chest pains, a middle-aged gentleman came in with a scratched cornea, and a Spanish-speaking couple came in with a tiny little girl bleeding from a rather large gash on her head. But when the youngish guy all hunched over and moaning was dropped into the chair next to me, and then given a bucket, I was out of there. I do NOT do vomit, and I was deathly afraid that's what was coming. At that point, two and a half hours after arriving, it occurred to me that I might be able to go in to Gen's room and wait with her there. If only I'd thought of it sooner, we could have been bored together.
So, that was that. Broken foot, huge cast, no driving for two weeks (OMG in LA??). And that would have been plenty of the medical profession for one day! But then I had an eye doctor appointment in the afternoon, "squeezed in" between patients, which meant more waiting rooms. Ha. Luckily, that was much quicker and did not involve the possibility of bodily fluids. All this driving back and forth took me past the old medical center Scrubs films in *four times*. At my old office, I drove past it daily, but I haven't been down that road in ages. This is all because I started watching Season 6 on DVD yesterday! Ha.