Three hours and approximately 15 minutes. That was my view. Sometimes there were people sitting in those chairs. Sometimes they were empty. Sometimes the waiting room was virtually empty, sometimes it was buzzing. Some sort of informal job interview went on at the reception desk behind me. I listened to people check in and tried to guess their birth year. I looked at Facebook. I looked at the news. I posted something to Instagram. I scrolled through Instagram. I stared into space. I gave thanks no TVs were on. Finally, it was time. I went out to discover it was pouring. I went to the top of the parking garage, where we always park, and wound back down and drove to the new hospital entrance and got Ernie.
Another MRI in the books.