No Place for Sick People

The Squire was having some severe internal problems Sunday evening, so I carted him off to the Emergency Room. We should have known better. When I went to the hospital for my busted head, we arrived at 9:30 and left at 6:30 in the morning. This time, we again arrived at 9:30 Sunday night, and didn’t leave until 8:15 Monday morning.

I simply do not understand why they can’t just treat you and get it over with. We were there about an hour before they took The Squire’s vitals. Maybe an hour and a half later they took him back to draw blood. Sometime after that – based on the blood tests, I imagine – they called him back and hooked him to an IV. A bit later, they took him back to talk about his problem.

We’d been there about 9 hours.

Eventually, the staff took him to a cubicle. At this point, we’d been on our feet 24 hours. The Squire promptly fell asleep. I went to the cafeteria and got two strawberry yogurts and a cup of coffee, which set me back $10! Can you say, “Highway Robbery”? By the time the doctor finally saw him, and we got the paperwork, it was after 8 AM. We came home, had a breakfast, and went to bed. I only slept a few hours but went back to bed at 7 PM and slept straight through until 6:30 Tuesday morning.