Yesterday, I found myself in the ER.
I was there with my father, who was ill. It wasn't the first time we'd attended. Indeed, we'd been there many times.
Security and a metal detector. Rows of chairs. Staff seated behind glass. Everyone very kind - in particular, the Ambassador, a gentleman in gold wire-framed glasses who would come over, every so often, to ask, softly and gently, if I needed anything.
At the back, by the restrooms, a vending machine, with which I did battle for some time.
Earlier, my father had informed me that he was dying. I suspected a UTI. Cue phone calls, and a journey that took us to the ER waiting room.
I was there with my father, who was ill. It wasn't the first time we'd attended. Indeed, we'd been there many times.
Security and a metal detector. Rows of chairs. Staff seated behind glass. Everyone very kind - in particular, the Ambassador, a gentleman in gold wire-framed glasses who would come over, every so often, to ask, softly and gently, if I needed anything.
At the back, by the restrooms, a vending machine, with which I did battle for some time.
Earlier, my father had informed me that he was dying. I suspected a UTI. Cue phone calls, and a journey that took us to the ER waiting room.
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