Just a few hours ago, I was in the ER (alone) for an asthma attack. All I needed was the five minute breathing treatment with a nebulizer, but things are never simple in the ER. So the x-ray tech wouldn't give me my chest x-ray unless my pregnancy test was negative. I didn't even have the energy to argue against the test or x-ray. Finally, when the guy in light blue scrubs completed the test, he yelled across the entire ER department, "It's negative!"
Can you imagine if you were me, and he yelled, "It's positive!" across the room? Imagine getting such life changing news in such a fashion?! I didn't even care he yelled. I just wanted quality time with a nebulizer and the ability to go home and sleep in my own bed.
Thank you, God, that I wasn't scared this time being in the ER by myself. Sometimes I get really scared. It helped to just look at the crucifix hanging on the wall.