At our now frequent visit to the ER, I am amused by how young the doctors are. I know that's what happens,as we get older. The doctors always look the age of our grandchild and you wonder if they are old enough to know why you are here. They speak with
authority, so I guess we have to trust them. I bet they take a course in med school that tells how to respond when some old koot says " are YOU the doctor ?".I have made some observations. Patience is a good thing, because if you are not an emergency ( as
it should be) you wait for a very long time. I did a little exploring and the good news is that the rolls of tp roll the correct way, over the roll. I feel more comfortable now. Then I was thinking about Cricket being alone for such long hours while I am with
Bob. I was thinking of Crickets friend Lucky as a possible home away from home. As I was having these thoughts, I looked up and who is walking down the hall way, but Lucky's Dad. Lucky's Mom is a patient here,too. Small world, big problems.