"And I could be another fool or an exception to the rule"
Say Yes | Elliott Smith
Today I received a text from Natalie that nonchalantly said (as nonchalant as a text can be anyway) "I have to go to the ER."
Wha-wha-what?
Long story short, she had a low blood count and was in need of blood transfusions and multiple tests, i.e., poking and prodding. Sopha and I went to the hospital for support though she had already gone in by the time we arrived. We sat in the waiting room with her dad and friend (maybe cousin?) Teresa.
Not that the hospital waiting room is a place for tomfoolery but I think there should be more to keep you amused than just tables and uncomfortable chairs. A coverless, worn-out and three month old issue of Smithsonian magazine can only keep one's attention for so long. No thank you to the big-ass stack of the American Journal of Nursing. No food or drink allowed? I've been sitting here for five hours!! I do apologize for all the tweets and texts that were sent during this time.
The rest of the family eventually trickled in one by one. It's comforting to know that family and friends are there for you in times of emergency, even when it is unclear what the actual emergency is. Murphy, the hospital dog, came around to greet everyone and give slobbery kisses. I was able to pop into Nat's room (Where the hell is room 3?) and visit for a bit. The poor girl was bored out of her mind. Probably still is. Told her to call via hospital phone but she is hooked to an iv and can't reach it, womp womp. At least she has a tv, though it took her awhile to learn how to change the channels and for a while she could only watch Sesame Street.
Today I received a text from Natalie that nonchalantly said (as nonchalant as a text can be anyway) "I have to go to the ER."
Wha-wha-what?
Long story short, she had a low blood count and was in need of blood transfusions and multiple tests, i.e., poking and prodding. Sopha and I went to the hospital for support though she had already gone in by the time we arrived. We sat in the waiting room with her dad and friend (maybe cousin?) Teresa.
Not that the hospital waiting room is a place for tomfoolery but I think there should be more to keep you amused than just tables and uncomfortable chairs. A coverless, worn-out and three month old issue of Smithsonian magazine can only keep one's attention for so long. No thank you to the big-ass stack of the American Journal of Nursing. No food or drink allowed? I've been sitting here for five hours!! I do apologize for all the tweets and texts that were sent during this time.
The rest of the family eventually trickled in one by one. It's comforting to know that family and friends are there for you in times of emergency, even when it is unclear what the actual emergency is. Murphy, the hospital dog, came around to greet everyone and give slobbery kisses. I was able to pop into Nat's room (Where the hell is room 3?) and visit for a bit. The poor girl was bored out of her mind. Probably still is. Told her to call via hospital phone but she is hooked to an iv and can't reach it, womp womp. At least she has a tv, though it took her awhile to learn how to change the channels and for a while she could only watch Sesame Street.
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