A Day at the Er

My Tuesday so far.
  1. 7:00 am: Woken by my grandmother who hands me her cell phone.
    "It's the doctor," she says. "Take her to the ER. Her blood pressure is too low," he says.
  2. 7:15 am: Grandma's dressed and I throw on something decent.
    Didn't brush my teeth or have coffee.
  3. 7:30 am: Arrive at the ER and only one person in the waiting area is yelling.
    I park the car on the 5th floor of a 5-story deck with no elevator.
  4. 8:00 am: The doctor calls her in. I wait in the lobby.
    They do an EKG and I finish my book.
  5. 8:30 am: We're taken to a room across from a teenager whose dad is arguing with him.
    Never could figure out what happened. Alcohol perhaps?
  6. 800 am: We wait.
    I listen to my grandmother's stories of sneaking into a labor camp during WWII to find her mother. They both survived.
  7. 10:00 am: More scans.
    I wait.
  8. 11:30 am: Grandma returns, laughing and flirting with her male nurse.
    Things are looking up.
  9. 1130 pm: More waiting.
    Now stories about my step-dad's bar mitzvah.
  10. 12:30 pm: CAT scan
    I doodle in my notebook. I do not doodle on the reg.
  11. 1:00 pm: Grandma returns and we wait some more.
    We've gotten really good at this.
  12. 4:00 pm: Doctors enter with news that we can go home.
    I finally get my coffee and my grandmother gets her tea.