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This weekend, I had the pleasure of going to the emergency room. Not once, but twice. (No need for concern, Team Duncan is doing just fine.)
We use a military hospital, so things work a little different than on the civilian side. I usually keep a level head during these little visits. I understand that they can be understaffed. I also understand that all the fancy little toys are already paid for, so there can be a rather large deficit in the urgency account. I don’t think anything was any different about this trip than any other, but the lack of patient throughput had me seriously agitated.
During the second visit, I was pacing the tiny triage cubicle, trying to work the four hours of waiting-room-chair numbness out of my ass, when I saw it. A laminated sheet containing various pain level gauges. I’ve seen similar in every doctors office I’ve been in. They look a little like this:
As I looked at it, though, I realized—this isn’t for the patient! This is for the people waiting with them! All this stuff described what I was going through to a “T”!
I think maybe the little faces should be modified a little, though. Here’s what I suggest:
Sounds good to me anyway. (Coming up with this post actually lightened my mood a little during the last couple of hours of being there.)
What do you think? Am I close here?