I have spent alot of time in Hospitals. I am, for all of my follies, sins and an active career despoiler of my own personal Temple of Christ, as healthy as a horse.
The last few weeks have placed me in the position of driver to-and-from ERs, waiting rooms, Doctors Offices, Walgreens Pharmacies and non-medical affiliated places of business.
We all do what we can for our family and friends who have medical issues.
Yesterday, again, a long day at the Emergency Rooms of Palos Community Hospital was required of me.
Palos Community Hospital is a busy place, but it is no Stroger, or Advocate Christ Trauma Center. Nonetheless, I was impressed by women and men who treat us all - eventually.
I was impressed not so much by the medical skills, but by their mastery of language.
I arrived at the ER a little before 7AM and just short of the ambulance arrival.
The place was immaculate and empty. Within a score of minutes Palos Community ER filled up. My ears caught the activity beyond the pulled curtains
- An attempted suicide
- A little girl who could not feel her toes following an early morning dance lesson
- More than a few elderly women who fell in their homes
- More than a few work related accidents