Waiting Times

I dropped Mum off at the Accident and Emergency entrance and helped her out of the car. Then she headed in while I headed off to park. On the way back, I rang my brother and filled him in on what was going on. Within five minutes we were seen by a nurse who established what had happened and gave her some painkillers and a sling to rest her arm in. Then it was the waiting game; entertained only by Prime Minister’s questions in the hospital waiting room. I found much more interest in staring at the screen on the coffee machine; it was very reasonable when I gave in an hour later. Another screen displayed the current waiting time; we later learnt that this was just an open word document on a computer screen rather than an accurate estimation, and the keyboard was kept on top of the vending machine. We certainly waited more than the projected hour that was displayed.