while these two were swinging, their older sister was getting hit by a taxicab . . she's doing ok now . . but we were all pretty worried and she was really shaken up. she doesn't remember it happening. two police officers brought her to st. vincent's ER room, where we stayed with her until they stapled her up and took a cat scan. she has four staples on the back of her head, a bruised elbow and leg, and a very scraped up back. we still haven't gotten the police report. g went yesterday evening, but we need to bring a postal money order for 10 dollars (why a postal money order?) between the hours of 9 am and 2 pm.
ER waiting rooms are not a pretty sight. at least not in nyc. maybe other countries or towns try and make the situation a little more soothing for the poor traumatized souls waiting for news of their loved ones, or coping with terrible news, but not here. instead you get to listen to NCIS or some other tv show with seemingly similar situations . . . . or the news report . . but no one sitting there can concentrate or take in any more information . . . . (sigh). it's very disconcerting and unreal. and cold.
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