Monday night I went to the ER as suggested by my family doctor for flu symptoms. It was a long night. The ER was overrun and understaffed. Nerves were frayed in the waiting room as minutes turned to hours.
One thing that helped pass the time was the Phillies/Dodgers game. Rooting for the Phillies took some of the edge off, but after an early lead, the Dodgers not only caught up, but looked to win.
Later that night, in the patient room I was finally assigned to, waiting for the doctor to visit to give me his five minute diagnosis (yes I have the flu, here’s a prescription for Tamiflu) the 9th inning was coming to a close.
The buzz in the ER slowed down for a moment as Jimmy Rollins came to the plate.
I was on the phone with Richelle giving her my status, taking pause to watch.
I pretty much screamed into the phone as yells of joy erupted around me as his 2 run double brought people home and the Phillies won the game.
A great night.