My apologies for being so late with my post today. The past few days have been hectic and unusual. On the weekend, I had to take a friend to the emergency room of one of the main hospitals right downtown in my large city.
It turned out that what she thought was the flu was something much more serious and was admitted that night. I’ve been spending time at the hospital since then.
In emergency, she was taken to a small room that wasn’t large enough for me so I had to sit in the main waiting area. While sitting there watching others who were waiting to get into emergency, I was struck by a couple of things, the first of which was…I’m so happy that I’m healthy, because a lot of the people in Emerg looked like they had pre-existing conditions. I have my minor complaints, but I am so, so fortunate to be healthy.
The other thought I had was…thank God for emergency personnel. I don’t mean the doctors and nurses in the hospital—although they were excellent and worked non-stop—but the firefighters and EMS who came in with people on stretchers, including one person they were performing CPR on while running beside the stretcher. They were patient and thorough and kind.
EMS brought in one man who looked either very high or very drunk who looked like he'd been beaten. They took him straight into the back. A minute later, a call came over the intercom asking for Security with restraints. One of the security guards sighed then retrieved the restraints and ran off down a long corridor. I could almost read his mind. “It’s going to be one of those nights.” When he returned a short while later, he appeared calm and in control.
It takes all kinds of people to make a city. One young man came in dressed as a young woman, but it was painfully obvious he was a man and very self-conscious. He hid behind a vending machine facing the wall. I really felt for him.
There was a full moon that night. My ex, who was a firefighter in this city for years, said that he was always busy on nights when the moon was full.
My friend’s problem will require time and a lot of care to heal. She will have to relinquish her independence for a while, which will be hard for her, but so far, barring any negative results from more tests that are scheduled, she will be okay. I hope I'm right. Touch wood and fingers and toes crossed.