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