Tod & I have just returned from a trip to our local ER. He gashed his hand while washing (and breaking) a glass before coming to bed. The cut wasn’t horrible, but it was deep and bloody enough to require more than our home first aid kit to handle.

So I got dressed, we bundled into a taxi, explained our predicament and ended up at a nearby hospital which was quite challenging to enter. l’m glad this wasn’t a serious emergency. All the gates were closed and when we followed the ambulance route, the entrance doors were closed there, too! A side door with a buzzer brought a guard who led us into a hall with a bank-teller window where a nurse and an orderly summoned the doctor on call.

It was the quietest emergency room I’ve ever seen. Everyone who needed to deal with us, from the doctor to the clerk who took our money, had to be summoned specially. The pharmacist got a wake-up call to get us antibiotics.

Now it’s time for us to go to bed!