We wished that the back rooms were as empty as the waiting room as they led us to a bed sitting in the hallway with four other beds. His first name was finally called out as the woman with the two different socks stayed behind. She got up and walked back to the other side of the room leaving Preston and I saying, “What the hell… just happened”? She looked at Preston and said, “What are you in for”? He said, “Jet ski accident…what about you”? She said, “That’s personal”! I thought I would fall off of my chair! She was a classic stranger wanting to know Preston’s business but unwilling to share her own. What followed would be our first laugh in the ER. Before we knew it, the woman walked over and sat in the chair next to Preston.
Well, I noticed it and Preston will tell you that he didn’t wonder anything about the woman. It was the two different color socks that we noticed first. Stitches in the chin weren’t a big deal to Preston after the many trips prior to the Jet Ski.Īs we sat in an almost empty waiting room awaiting someone to call out Preston’s first name, we noticed a woman sitting alone across the room.
I didn’t think it was possible to have a good time in an emergency room but, we have…once! A jet ski accident with a deep gash in the chin, while in Panama City sent Preston and I leaving the beach heading across the bridge to find the local hospital which is located off Martin Luther King Boulevard (if you should need it while in PC) as Dad held down the beach towel.
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