I just got back from the ER ... →[More:]... which is not how I'd planned on spending my last night in NY. After I'd spent much of today drinking cranberry juice and peeing orange wee (thanks to the Uristat I was taking), Jason decided that this wasn't going away by itself (I tend to suffer stoically in silence) and that we were going to the ER. Following the excellent advice dispensed by Pips, we went to Mount Sinai Hospital of Queens, where my lack of an American social security number and the intricacies of my travel insurance policy meant they had some trouble putting me in the system. But I provided a pee sample, and after a wait of about two-and-a-half hours, a nice young doctor told me that yes, I do have a UTI and he had ordered some meds for me. So that was that, a couple of tablets, a couple of prescriptions and we got home about 20 minutes ago.

The ER waiting room was, er, interesting to say the least. It looked as if a number of people were regular visitors, on first-name terms with the receptionists and I would guess that about half the people who were called to see the doctor had already left by that point.

Not long before I was called in by the doctor a woman turned up with a big suitcase. She made some guy sitting in the corner move because she wanted that seat and she promptly fell asleep. She didn't register with the reception staff or see the triage nurse, and I suspect she wasn't really ill, just looking for some shelter. She was wearing the most awesome hat, a little pillbox that was decorated like a birthday cake, complete with candles. If she hadn't looked like a total mentalist, I'd have tried to sneak the hat off her head while she was asleep.

Anyway, I'm home now with my boo, having supper. Tomorrow's my last day, and we're going to the IHOP for brunch! Woo! Pancakes!