I wasn’t planning on spending Labor Day weekend in the Emergency Room.

Although, to be truthful, the Grown Son wasn’t planning on spending it with a dislocated shoulder, either.

But that’s exactly where we found ourselves.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been to an emergency room.

Apparently, everyone else had the same idea.

It was packed.

We settled in for a very, very, very long wait.

I’d brought a book.

I figured I had plenty of time to read.

But then, less than an hour later, they were done.

Done.

And they apologized for the wait.

The wait.

In an emergency room.

I barely had time to read a chapter.

Not that I’m complaining.

Hopefully, I’ll never need an emergency room again.

But if I do?

I know where I’m going.

Medical City.

And next time, I’m bringing a shorter book.

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