there’s no doc in the ER
biomed tools highly sensitive better be right fetal heart tones recognized by all ringing on the PA squash wow swish wow,wow smash wow,wow,wow there’s no doc in the ER but the nurse can check the baby proactive care out the window sound the alarm i need a doc today neck sore enough to fall off your head must be a lymph node viruses looming in everyone’s cough it’s the PA who is lifetime certified today upon termination there’s no doc in the ER but the PA prescribes a high tech high class germ annihilator once upon a time there were docs in the ER and if you broke your arm you were in the right hands now they wander the halls aimlessly with Alzheimer patients waiting for someone to blame because they got the wrong lunch there’s no doc in the ER charge the triage nurse it’s the place to go for primary care
I fell the other day, and thought I might have broken my hand, went to ER, and you know what, the fact that you will see a doc while there is now a big fairy tale. Actually, I didn’t think I broke my hand, my physical therapist refuse to touch me until he was sure there was no fraction. He said he did not want to cause vascular damage. So he made me go. But either way, I went, and that’s what I saw this past week.
I Saw Sunday – Week 64
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Staring at the face of Evil
Today I took Hector to the hospital to visit the sick people. On my way out, an EEG tech stopped me to ask about Hector. We were talking in the main hall when a slimy, sleezy man walked by. He was about 6’3″, very thin, really redneck looking, usual redneck uniform: jeans and a t-shirt, with a baseball cap. He had white ear buds in his ears. Hector looked at the man, hunched back into defensive position, put his tail between his legs and growled a basso grumble.
I stared at the man, thinking, “this must be an awful person.”
He stared right back at me, looked me straight in the eyes and said, “He sure knows a bad person when he sees one.” He turned and headed toward the elevators.
The tech and I looked at each other, mouths agape. I moved over to the tech and whispered, “I was just thinking that he must be a very bad person.”
The tech answered, “What terrible things did he do that he knows he’s such a bad person?”
You can’t imagine the chills that went up my spine, raised the hairs on my arms and my neck, and just spooked me beyond belief.
After that, Hector kept his tail between his legs for awhile. The next man who came over to him, with a long ZZ-Top type of beard also scared him. However, when I looked at that man’s beady eyes, he did not seem the epitome of evil.