In emerge for an injury. Thought I had been here since… Apparently not… None of my information was updated on their systems. Now I’m crying and everyone in the waiting room knows I’m widowed because of the stupid glass partition between patient and registration staff. I’ve been assigned a green wristband which means I’ll be waiting for awhile.
The topper: the only wheelchairs they apparently have need someone else to operate them…. What the hell kind of hospital doesn’t have regular wheelchairs available?!
Miss you every day, Mark. Then days like this just suck some more.
Just trying to focus on breathing….