Bunny was in the process of cutting up an old computer desk on the back porch with a sawzall when a chunk fell off in such a way not to break her big toe, but rip the nail off of it (ugh).
[It is perhaps a bad idea to cut heavy objects while not wearing steel tipped shoes.] [1]
She managed to bandage it up and off we headed to the non-emergency emergency room at the local hospital. Bunny said it was more of a clinic than an emergency room but that it happens to be located in the emergency room.
Ooookay.
I drop her off, then spent the next ten minutes trying to locate the parking lot. Turns out that at the Boca Raton Regional Hospital [2], the emergency room parking lot (as well as the non-emergency emergency room parking lot) was across the street, marked by a few tiny signs with a low albedo.
Oddly enough, the emergency room wasn't crowded, and thus non-emergency emerency room wasn't crowded. By the time I had arrived in person, Bunny was already in the bowels of the hospital being treated.
And I'm stuck in the waiting room watching “Jurassic Park III [3].”
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