A Story

I love to tell stories and haven't posted this week- so here's one for the record from when I had pneumonia.

The morning that I decided to go to the emergency room, I woke up at 6am and couldn't sleep anymore. I knew that I wanted to go to the ER early hoping it would be less busy, but I thought that 6am on a Sunday was just a little bit too early to ask my roommates to take me (I actually considered driving myself, but decided that I didn't want the wrath of my roommates for doing something so ridiculous), so I spent some time looking up hospitals that are close by because I didn't know where the closest hospital was. When I got my roommate up and we were ready to go, we looked at the computer again to decide exactly which one we would go to- there were a few to choose from. We got directions, hopped in the car and headed on our way. When we arrived at our destination we were rather confused. It was the strangest looking hospital I had ever seen- very residential and not very clear. We were driving around trying to find an entrance to the ER and a place to park, but all we could find was a big entrance for ambulances and police and another for employees. We eventually found a place to park and made our way to the front of the building. We were within 20 feet of the door when my roommate saw a sign that indicating that Dominion Hospital (where we were) is leading in mental healthcare. "Click" It all came together- we were at a psychiatric hospital- thus no ER, not much parking, and no signs telling walk in patients where to go. I was super glad that we hadn't actually made it into the door. We laughed so hard at our silly mistake and then called my other roommate and woke her up to help us find a regular hospital with an ER. Fortunately, that roommate had taken a wrong turn once coming home and thus knew where a hospital was fairly close to our home. Ah- the joys of a new town. At least there is always something to laugh at.