Yes, I know. I have yet to finish off the entries of how I ended up braless while eating vending food machine. I got a little sidetracked with posting other things but here is the 2nd last part.
To review:
Holy Hell! I ran back to where my car was--- C23--- and then ran back to the intercom and said:
"I'm parked in C23."
I was instructed to walk over to C30 where I would see a yellow colored door marked "Hospital Entrance." After thanking him I didn't walk but ran to section C30 and saw the yellow door....
I arrived at the ER and proceeded to the information desk where I inquired about sister. In no way am I complaining nor do I mean to show any disrespect but why are all hospital volunteer people so elderly? I ask this question only because as much as one has to admire them for volunteering I really wish one of the skills they would possess is "fast typing skills."
The elderly woman was using one finger to type -- and was typing one key at a time while adjusting her glasses and looking at the computer screen. After she cleared her throat I was informed I would find sister in the Emergency Room.
"Right through those doors," said the volunteer.
She neglected to inform me that I had to be buzzed in while I stood there like an idiot trying to figure out why I couldn't open the door. Sheesh!
Once I was let in err I mean once I was buzzed in I was able to locate sister. There she was--- in a wheelchair.
"Oh my God! Seriously not again" ---- is what I uttered when I saw her.
*Sigh* Once again sister had injured her foot.
As the story goes sister was in the next town over (which explains why she wasn't admitted into our local hospital) with friends when she slipped on a piece of black ice in the parking lot.
"What are you trying to do?" I asked. "Get into the Guinness Book of World Records? This is the 3rd time you've done this to yourself."
"You don't think I know that, darling?" she replied back.
"Why haven't they admitted you yet?"
Apparently there was a long list of patients ahead of us. At least 10 people, some with ice packs on their heads or arms, parents with sickly infants wrapped in blankets and then there was sister--- in a wheelchair with an ice pack on her foot.
As big as the waiting room was there was no place to sit. All the seats had been already occupied while one person was sprawled across two seats. I couldn't tell if he was asleep or if he had passed out. Sister asked if I was okay. She could tell by the look on my face that I wasn't.
"No, I'm not okay. Do you have any idea what it’s like to receive a phone call that your loved one has been admitted into the hospital? And what’s worse is they wouldn’t tell me why.”
“I’m assuming it’s some type of hospital policy.” she answered.
“Well it’s a stupid policy,” I said back.
As mentioned above the sitting area was filled to the max. I had no choice but to stand. I noticed there was some space to sit on one of the long benches however when I went to sit down only half my cheek fit due to how crowded it already was. It was like a human can of sardines minus the stinky smell.
"Have you at least been checked in?"
Sister pulled up her coat cuff to show me her hospital bracelet.
"And what did the ER nurse say?"
"She said it looked suspicious."
I paused for a brief moment. Hmm, she said it looked suspicious. Suspicious?
"Suspicious? What is that suppose to mean?
Sister shrugged her shoulders.
"Are you sure she was a nurse and not a P.I?"
Suspicious?
To Be Continued.........
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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.
Whatever your plans are have a wonderful first weekend of June. ~x
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
