observations from the ER
The sheets and gowns have such a distinct smell. No matter what hospital you’re in, they smell the same.
Just because the bottle of Breeza has fruit on it does not mean the liquid inside tastes anything like kiwis or oranges.
Iodine injections feel like taking a quart of whiskey straight to the bloodstream.
Those paintings of calm island vistas on the walls do not help. And the nurses take offense if you joke about it.
You can tell nurses pretty much anything when they’re doing certain things to your body.
CT machines spin really fast. I can’t imagine what being in one of those while high would be like.
Even at 3am, the ER is in a state of perennial daytime; time stops and you could be anywhere at anytime.
Those pinkish barf tubs freak me out.
The pain is always better when the doctor sees you, and ten times worse when there’s no one around.
You might as well walk around naked for all the good those gowns do.
Getting wheeled around the halls in a bed is kinda fun.
Being healthy is priceless :) Don’t take it for granted.
