ER

We spent some time in Seattle's Swedish Hospital Emergency Room yesterday.  My 91 year old aunt fell out of bed and dislocated her hip.  She's had both hips replaced.  It was easily "relocated" while she was under anethesia.  They kept her for observation last night.  While I sat watching her pale, trembling form in that hard edged, machine laden room, I thought, "Thank God it's not Mark."  That was an unworthy thought but there it is.  Last time I was in an ER, I watched my mother in law die.  The ER people do amazing work but it's just somewhere that I don't want to go.