mom's take on the emergency room

Monday night, busy at LAFF, I got an email that my almost 79-year-old, very cheery and always sunny mom was in the hospital. She's gone there earlier via EMTs because she was so dizzy she couldn't stand. They kept her waiting for hours, then subjected her to a battery of tests, keeping her overnight. Tuesday, waiting for a lunch date at the lovely Paramount lot, I finally had time to call her.

"Mom, I'm so sorry you had to be by yourself waiting in the emergency room all that time."

"I wasn't by myself! There were a lot of other people there. It was almost like a party atmosphere."