All of you can stop all of the worried emails to my attention, and to answer a few people who will remain nameless, no, I did not give up blogging during Lent.
There was an unfortunate fall involving a loved one that required a visit to the ER, (everyone is fine with the exception of being really sore and will be fine long haul) which was interesting for me in the fact that there were lots of creepy people being cared for in the ER, and while I was waiting outside the CT Scan room a dwarf technician or doctor of sorts came out of the CT Scan room. It was so cool!
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, little people just make things better, they make me smile, and it’s so true. I was standing there worried that there might be some brain swelling or bleeding, when the CT Room door swung open, a woman who appeared to be in her 50s, with the shortest of hair that was bleached blonde stepped out, and all of 4’4†tall – poof a dwarf – proceeded to walk past me into a room that had “screams†coming out of it. The sight of the little person made me feel quite relaxed, and happy.
God bless America, land of the dwarves!
If anyone ever wants to feel better about themselves, all you need to do is hang out in a NYC ER for really about 10 minutes.
Granted, most of the time you are leaving with 80 stiches, but also the new found assurance that you are not crazy.
I missed any “little people” sightings though. Dammit!
Did you ask to toss her at all? I hope so.
I’ve been in an ER in NYC twice and both times I really felt like I needed a hot shower with some lye afterwards. You wouldn’t think a sterile evironment would let homeless people bring all their worldy possessions with them, would you?
NYC ERs are definitely the worst.
I’ve been to the ER in about five different states, and the only one that was almost as disgusting was in Louisville, KY.
The ER in Montpelier, VT was quite cozy. The doctors wore Birkenstocks and gave out Ben & Jerrys in the waiting room. Good times.