I'm at Shands AGH. I brought my computer with me hoping their will be wireless.
I have watched far too much television. I expected their to be both people with gaping wounds and people on gurneys. Here it's mostly black people with pretty normal concerns. Some seem to have gotten hurt on the job, others I'm not sure.
The man next to me is lecturing his friend on Jesus. Most people check their phones reluctantly, others stare at CNN. I'm waiting for them to call me to triage, to exchange my pink forms with a white hospital wristband.