Well, when my mother (long since departed) had her first heart attack, myself and two of my siblings found ourselves at some ungodly hour sitting in a cold sweat outside the cardiac ICU. For hours. Small talk only lasts for so long, so the three of us lapsed into some hours of fretful silence.
As we sat there, (making it worse) two EMTs wheeled another sorry bugger in to the ward past us. Talk about grim. That guy was all hooked up to a monitor. Beep...Beep...Beep went the monitor as they rushed him in. This did nothing to improve the general gloom.
Weirdly, they misjudged the door and the corner of the trolley caught the jamb of the door causing a sudden impactful halt to proceedings. The monitor did "Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep BEEBEEEBEEBEEEBEEEBEEEBEEE".
All three of us dissolved into hysterics.
It was a bit Monty Python.
Sure, it was the result of the pent up tension that must be released. But medical personel, relatives, passers by, whoever sure gave us some stony glares.
As we sat there, (making it worse) two EMTs wheeled another sorry bugger in to the ward past us. Talk about grim. That guy was all hooked up to a monitor. Beep...Beep...Beep went the monitor as they rushed him in. This did nothing to improve the general gloom.
Weirdly, they misjudged the door and the corner of the trolley caught the jamb of the door causing a sudden impactful halt to proceedings. The monitor did "Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep BEEBEEEBEEBEEEBEEEBEEEBEEE".
All three of us dissolved into hysterics.
It was a bit Monty Python.
Sure, it was the result of the pent up tension that must be released. But medical personel, relatives, passers by, whoever sure gave us some stony glares.
