I felt better Wednesday morning just in time to go to work. Yipee. I was in a bit of a haze for half the day.
I basically have been working non-stop but I did have an interesting night Wednesday. My foot has been bugging me for about three weeks now so I decided to go get it checked on. I’ve basically been limping around like a goof. I kinda need my foot in order to walk (A LOT) in this city so I thought I should get this problem fixed.
After work Wednesday I walked (yeah, ironic) to the ER at Beth Israel Hospital on the Lower East side. I walked in and braced myself for a zoo. I mean, it is the ER in Manhattan, at night. I was waiting to see a scene from the movies or something. I was also a little anxious. I was about to have my first (and hopefully only) visit to the ER in New York City. (I actually don’t think I’ve ever had to go to the ER anywhere. Jumping straight to the big time.)
What actually happened was this:
I walked right in to a quiet waiting room and walked up to the nurse at the check-in window. She, very nicely, took my information and gave me a nifty ID bracelet. Then I sat in the waiting room with a few drunken bums and waited to be called. I had just enough time to pull my hand sanitizer from my backpack before I heard my name called. I had a nice nurse lady take my blood pressure and look at my foot. She decided to order an X-Ray, "Just in case." “Ok,” I thought, “Now I’m gonna have to wait.”
I sat in a different waiting room, alone. A couple different doctors and nurses walked by and said hello to me. One guy even made a crack about my last name. “Are you, by chance, related to Freddy Krueger?” Ahahaha. How does he know my last name? OK.
Just then I got called in to get my foot X-rayed. About 3 minutes later I was talking to “Yaakov” my very Jewish doctor for the evening. He was a very nice little Jewish man. Together we discovered that I don’t have a broken foot and all I really need to do is stop walking so damn much. Well, that’s not gonna happen anytime soon so Yaakov, myself and a bevy of lonely, bored nurses and doctors chit chatted a while. They told me that how slow the ER was that night was (obviously) not normal but they were kinda of weirded out by it as well. They teased me and said that I had a spy who told me when the ER would be slow so I could get in quick. You'd think I did.
I was in and out of the ER in New York City in 35 minutes. WHAT?! I mean, that’s a good thing right? I guess it’s just weird. I got some friends in the ER now too.
Plus I got this super cool bracelet!





