ER without George Clooney is Crap!

So on Tuesday I'm sitting in the Detroit Metro Airport and let me tell you, all I could think was "in the last three days I’ve gotten mighty bored with waiting in lines and rows of chairs in spaces inhabited by unruly children, puking passersby and bad Musaq."
Monday I wasn’t able to get into the orthopedic specialist, apparently he’s a pretty popular fella, and due to Tuesday’s Michigan Adventure (just kidding not that one) I needed to go to the ER in order to get my wrist done up all pretty prior to the trip. When I was given this lovely news at 10am Monday morning I decided to pack up for what I knew was going to turn into a field trip so I showered, packed some food, a couple books and my iPod and set out for my ER excitement.
Upon entering the ER I noticed a couple of things that made me giggle, namely the fact that “Girl Interrupted” was playing on a large flat screen television in the midst of many semi-”I might be crazy” people and the continuous shatter and hum of a jackhammer. The first was funny to me merely because the old people inhouse were confused and mildly appalled at the movie while most of the others just drooled at the screen. Now, I’m not trying to stereotype the general group of people you find in an ER at 11am on a Monday but it was quite a group, seriously.
During the THREE HOURS I waited to be seen I encountered multiple far-to-close-to-me yack attacks, a lot of crying children with mothers who merely yelled at their kids or smacked their mouths hoping it would make them stop (yeah right) and a couple of highly irritable pregnant women (could ya blame em though?!).
The highlight of my trip actually occurred in my private room during the time the orthopedic fella on call was busy making my splint. The nurse practitioner on duty walked in and in her far to high and sweet voice she said “Amanda do you mind if I talk about another patient in front of you?” to which I replied “No” assuming that she just had a quick question about a broken leg or something for Orthopedic Fella. Of course it wasn’t so cut and dry. She proceeded to jump into this drawn out story involving a girl who had been hit by a car and a fist-sized bubble of gunk that was forming under the surface near her ankle. Needless to say hearing about the “multiple attempts with a needle to drain it” was about enough to make my stomach jump out of my throat and go running down Spruce Street back home.
So how do you like my latest accessory? Speaking of which, Sara I saw your comment and I will have a Midwest-inspired fashion (read Abercrombie & Fitch) post for you soon, there's just so much to comment on that I need to gather my thoughts!