Nostalgia for the East Coast Bonded Us in a West Coast ER
Hometown memories become a source of cheer during medical emergencies
What makes for a delightful conversation when you’re waiting to find out whether a loved one is closer to life, or to death? Well, if the emergency room is in Los Angeles, chats about the good old days on the East Coast seem to be just the ticket.
I’ve spent more time in ERs over the past couple of years than I want to admit to myself, let alone to you. Aged mother and older husband. Comes with the territory. I’m not writing this to let you in on our medical tsuris, though. I’m writing to tell you about an easy trick that helps lift the spirits in times like these.
And so here we are, back in the ER again tonight, waiting endlessly for a room upstairs to open so my husband can be admitted. Going on six hours of tests, drips, charts, blips, anxiety, boredom, occasional Code Blue announcements in the hallway outside. And talk about the East Coast, where it seems like half the staff here comes from.
One nurse moved from Boston last year, and the only thing she likes about LA is the weather. Another nurse joked about the emergency cubicle that we’re all crammed into being bigger than his NYC apartment. He grew up in Queens and commuted to Fordham. The…
