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At San Francisco General Hospital on the 4th floor, room 4M there is an ophtolmology/neurosurgery/ear-nose-throat clinic. I frequented this clinic for follow-up visits after I fractured my skull in 2006. This is also where I got my eyeware prescription and I made my way back there today to get a copy of said prescription now that my current glasses are on their way out. On the way from the elevators to the clinic on the left side there's a series of inpatient wards and an intensive care unit. On the right side there's room 4E which is the ICU waiting room which I only really noticed today.

It brought back memories of waiting in the ICU waiting room at the Long Island Jewish Healthcare hospital in Plainview while I did my best but was never quite able to grasp what was going on while we waited to visit my sick Grandfather one-by-one. It was sad, especially when the family waiting with us left in tears. That was my thought today walking past 4E, especially since it appeared to be overflowing with people--the person that these people are here to say might die. Perhaps it's a morbid thought, but it made me sympathize and of course being in ICU doesn't mean certain death and of course those people could have left with all loved ones alive and well. Still it made me wonder if anyone was waiting in the ICU waiting room for me while I was unconscious. I can think of one, but I wonder if he was there with anyone else. Now, luckily, on my way out of 4M, a significant chuck on those waiting in 4E left at the same time and were laughing and enjoying each others' company. I hope that meant good things for them.