Spent many hours today …
… with my ex in the local emergency room. He’s basically okay. They found something relatively minor.
Growing old is no joke. Nor was the ER, which has degenerated in recent years: short-staffed, very long waits, extremely depressing group of sick people sitting there for hours and hours and hours.
I finally left him there when he was somewhat better, but now I’m about to leave to pick him up. I’ll probably post more in late afternoon or perhaps not till the evening.
Due to my dad’s low BP and thus collapsing, we’ve discovered that arriving at the ER via an ambulance gets you in a room right away. (Plus being 93 y.o.)
Dad is ok, but being north of 90 doesn’t help any.
What a nice lady you are. My ex would have showed up with a shovel. Cheers –
The ER mess seems to be widespread. I have a friend whose major health problems cause him to end up in an ER from time to time and he rages about it.