good times in the ER

my internmate sarah got nailed by a dog tonight while she was working, so i took her over to the local emergency room. but no sooner had we filled out her personal information when they whisked her away to some secret room to examine her wounds and left me out in the waiting room. of course, the most horrible tv i could possibly ask for is on: larry king live taking calls about princess di's death. argh. at least there's a wireless connection in the hospital that i can pick up. and it would be nice if someone would give me some kind of timeline here...it's been like an hour. am i supposed to just sit here indefinitely? can i go home, take a shower, change clothes, and come back? there's not even a skanky couch here that i can sprawl out on, and it's getting to be that time of night where i really need to. i wonder if she's getting sutures right now.

ooh, in other news, i submitted a job application today. how exciting.