One never knows what your tomorrow has on the schedule, even if there’s been all sorts of indications that a day of reckoning is near.
At Judy’s insistence, we paid a visit yesterday to the Emergency Room in the hospital here in Naples (Florida). For well too long, I had ignored swelling in my lower right leg.
The Ultra-Sound procedure itself didn’t consume much time, but 7 1/2 hours later we exited the hospital in a frazzled state and a blood clot diagnosis. Woe is me for waiting so long, but as you are aware, guys do this sort of thing.
My leg will get better with time and blood-thinning medication and a tongue- lashing or two which I admittedly deserve.
In the meantime, the writer in me will not allow me to ignore something else. A day’s worth of optics and audio in the emergency room provides sufficient material for a stand-up comedian’s field day !
One guy sits there and ushers an unending series of moans and groans , each varied from the next. How he did this, all unintelligible, had to elicit wonderment in the minds of all in the room.
Much of the space is divided by curtains which when drawn, form little “private” squares where doctors talk with new patients about their maladies. These squares give the appearance of privacy, but all that is spoken in whole room can be heard in the whole room. Thus, the poor fellow’s painful undescended testicle is a matter of public record in this whole room and, Lord knows, how far beyond ?
So, how is it that it takes this place 7 1/2 hours to render a blood clot diagnosis ? Is that their standard procedure? Is there anything in that procedure that cries out for a fresh look at their efficiency rating.
Hey, who am I to ponder these questions? I’m only the patient.