The worst thing about spending three hours at Pasadena Community Urgent Care on Sunday night was of course, seeing Bob in pain. But a close second, was this:
Who are the barbarians responsible for this arrangement? How is a person supposed to accomplish any level of pain management in a room with this kind of unholy, lopsided flier presentation?
I made it a full forty minutes before I had to take matters into my own hands.
I think we can all breathe a little easier now.