Here is the broader view (blurred right hand is waving at the fans):
This was during our recent 11:30 pm. visit to our friendly emergency room. Becky went to bed earlier that evening with the beginnings of a cold and progressed at lightning speed to croup so bad she was having trouble breathing and could barely talk. There were some good points, however:
- When your kid can't breathe, they see her before any of the other malingering lame-o's in the waiting room AND they don't even ask you for your insurance info! At least not right away.
- The hospital we went to has a whole section just for pediatric patients, with smaller beds and cute itty-bitty pediatric catheterization kits (OK, so I'm snoopy like that). Also, some plastic funnels with a wide mesh-covered opening at the bottom. For, you know, catching those kidney stones for your five-year-old. Needless to say I took one and plan to use it for loose-leaf tea. Or something.
- They give you free stuffed animals and let you keep the johnny. No wonder heath care costs are THROUGH THE GODDAMN ROOF!
- They have a flat-screen TV attached high up on the wall in each cubicle with a little DVD player behind it, and while you're there for two hours of observation, they bring a multiple-page list of DVDs you can request, sort of like a menu at a fancy restaurant but without the faux-leather covers. Becky watched "The Wizard of Oz" while I played with my iPhone.