Yet another 'general hospital' wait time story that could have been avoided with common sense.
So I just got back from the local general hospital after my neighbor's kid fell off his bike. I'm not blaming the kid—he's six. But his mother waited THREE hours because she 'didn't want to make a fuss.' Meantime, she's sitting in the waiting room with a crying child who clearly needed stitches. The staff was run ragged because half the people in there were there for a sniffle or a paper cut. It's called 'common sense,' folks. If your ankle is just a little sore from yoga, maybe try the pharmacy, not the emergency room. If your kid is gushing blood, you go straight in and speak up. And for the love of everything, stop filming your 'general hospital' horror stories for clicks and start thinking. This isn't a reality show—it's real life. Use your head.