Emergency rooms are always an interesting place. The perspective changes depending if you are the patient or just a concerned family member or friend.
Last night sat in the emergency room for five hours with an elderly friend; she is 93 years old and lives in assisted living. Earlier this evening she fell and hit her head. When I arrived the ER rooms were full and my elderly friend was in #6. As we waited for tests, results, and visits from the staff I had opportunities to watch the activity at the nurses station.
On one occasion when I left the room I saw a man walking in. I noticed his backpack and the patch on his jacket, he was the medical examiner. As he looked around I wonder if he was thinking what I thought - what room am I going to. My guess was the room with the large group; family and friends here to say goodbye to a loved one. Medical Examiner - a job where people most likely are not happy when they see you. I didn't want to stare but I didn't have anywhere to go. I just looked down at my phone like I was doing something. I saw the family and friends leave as the medical examiner stood and waited with great patience. Quietly he walked into the curtain shrouded room to start what must be a routine list to determine what was the cause of death.
I am not sure what happened to the person or who he or she was, but I do know the person was surrounded by loved ones.
By the time my friend was admitted and moved upstairs the rooms that were once filed were now almost empty. A new team was there waiting for the next patient.