Was it broken or just a bad sprain?
Lesson #2: If you must have an emergency, choose Saturday afternoon.
The hospital is less than one year old with all the bells and whistles you would expect from a 4-Star hotel – clean, colorfully appointed, generous seating areas, Peets coffee, and even (note to self} valet parking. Steve pulled into the emergency department lot that had mostly spaces reserved for labor and delivery patients. All full. We double-parked and Steve went for a wheel chair. Security met us through the double doors. “Any knives?” Fortunately I wasn’t feeling snarky, and no, I didn’t have any knives – only a melting baggie of ice.
The lobby was thankfully all but empty, with only one patient ahead of me. Sharon called us to triage and fitted me with an ID bracelet. 4:10 PM. Blood pressure 140/85, pulse 68. She asked what happened. “I fell off of a ladder while I was pruning a tree”. She didn’t seem surprised and proceeded with what she called a mandatory question. “Are…