Knee is much better, but at the
Emerg is a happening place. We had the screaming woman telling everyone she had rights and her husband was going to sue everyone's asses off. Screams got louder:'What are you giving me? You can't give me meds without my permission. What are you giving me?'
Three strangers sitting in a row muttered, 'Tranquilizers'.
We had querulous old folks, truculent young folks in handcuffs, pissed-off weekend warriors, and weeping young women.
But it wasn't the screamers and weepers that got to me.
For quite a long time I was parked between a South Asian couple speaking I don't know what language quietly and a pair of kinda blowsy broads in their 60s.
I couldn't understand the couple but I kept catching words, some in English, some seemingly in French or Italian. So that was driving me a little nuts.
I hadn't been paying attention to the blowsy broads until one of them started talking about Abraham and Moses and I listened enough to understand these were the biblical guys. Okey-dokey, then, tuned out.
Tuned back in when same woman started in on partial-birth abortions and how 'they leave the babeez in cupboards to die'. Eek.
The next line did it. Said absolutely seriously: 'It's a blood sacrifice'.
I hopped up and went to join the pissed-off weekend warrior.
Luckily, it was near the end for me. Yup, fracture. Appointment made with Fracture Clinic next week.
And I was outta there.
Clearly, hanging in Emerg can be dangerous to one's mental health.