I usually prepare for a UCC waiting room like I was entering a warzone. I stock up on snakcs, drinks and reading material. Not tonight. I saw the clock said 4, and decided that I wanted to beat the post-work rush, so we need to go now.
Boredom ensued. Tantruming children, coughing parents, general chaos was the order of the day. 2 hours waiting, since the child decided in triage his pain was only a '2' (on a ten point scale). I looked at him at that point and asked why we were there, then?
X-rays that saw no problems. Things are OK in our world. Nothing a little ice and Motrin won't help. Life goes on, but there is a special level of hell for the lady who sneezed, then wiped her hand on the chair. 3 and 1/2 hours sucked out of my soul....


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