Our first threesome

I had the rare opportunity last night of witnessing 4 hours in a NYC emergency room, courtesy of "Dad" who was reared ended in a pretty gnarly accident during which a van rammed into his car while he was at stop light, sending him charging into the other car ahead.

Yup, my boy had his first threesome - though I am certain he had hoped the outcome of this would have been a little more "oooooh" as opposed to last night's "ahhhh".

The funny part (because I will find the humor in it all) is that once I arrived at the scene and realized that "Dad" would live, I decided to shoo away the ambulance guys, opting against the $700 paramedic ride for a $15 cab ride to the hospital. When suddenly a guy comes bicycling alongside us on the street watching the commotion of our bang-up and out of nowhere the chain on his bicycle *snaps* and he is literally propelled over the handle-bars of his bike, smashing head first into the road, bracing his fall with his nose, cheeks and forehead!

I swear, it was like an episode of Jackass.
Instinctively I let out a snort of a giggle but luckily quickly caught myself and realized that this was for real and I should not laugh... no, I was not being Punked.

The cops and I quickly abandoned "Dad" and ran over to the poor, disheveled guy, blood streaming down his face, trying his darndest to look like he had meant for that to happen. Once he stumbled on his name we decided that perhaps the ambulance shouldn't leave just yet and instead of escorting us to Beth Israel, they drove off with bruised-and-battered-bicycle-dude instead. Quite an interesting turn of events if you ask me!

So long story short, "Dad" is fine. His back took a beating, he's sore and bitter about his car, but luckily he's fine and we now have some great prescription painkillers in the event I miscarry again in the future. My glass is truly always half full.

Anyways, the real point of my story is that while I sat in the ER waiting for him to be x-rayed and released, I was startled to hear a woman uncontrollably sobbing behind me, her boyfriend anxiously trying to appease her to no avail. I sat there wondering for the longest time about what could be causing her anguish, when finally her companion got up and started yelling at the nurse in triage that his girlfriend was sitting, miscarrying in a pool of blood and no one was attending to her.

My heart stopped in it's tracks.

I wanted so badly to go over, put my arm around her and try to console her - but come on, this is NYC not Kansas City, and that unfortunately would have been unacceptable. So I sat and observed as hour after hour passed and this poor, confused, young girl continued to be ignored in one of the few places you would think we could turn to for compassion and care.

To say our healthcare system is broken doesn't really begin to explain it.

June 29th : SICKO