Norma of Arc

I recently went to the ER.

If you’ve never graced one before, it’s like a three-ring circus, there’s so much going on.

First comes the paperwork as if you’re enrolling in college, with 12 pages requiring signatures, that you know, you should be reading before signing, but d0n’t.

You could be agreeing to donate your organs for all you know, while you’re still alive.

Then, a young man, looking more like a rapper than a technician, comes over with a traveling blood pressure machine to check that and your temperature.

I stupidly say to him, “Do you think I’ll be here for hours?” and without pause says, “Yes,” moving down the line.  The woman next to me makes me feel even stupider by laughing before saying, “Where da ya think yar, the booty pa-la?”

If only.

Okay, so to my surprise, in less than an hour, a young doctor comes over to examine my leg, yes, I’m having gam issues, reassuring me, if I take my antibiotics the size of footballs, I’ll be okay in a few days.

There’s a handsome, muscular Latino man, in his 30s, sitting next to me, I see right away is in pain.

I ask him, if anyone has seen him yet, and he stoically nods, no.

When my knight in aquamarine scrubs returns with my release forms, I pull him aside and say, “Listen, the guy next to me is really hurting.  Can someone see him sooner than later?”

Lancolot says, “Sure, sure, I’ll see to it personally.”

Before leaving, I loiter at the door waiting to see, if indeed this will happen.

After seeing him disappear down the corridor of no return, realize, he meant well, but probably forgot.

When I call it a circus, I’m not kidding.

There’s a man in a wheelchair they rush into the OR because his appendix burst.

A heavy-set woman with a skin issue that makes you move to the other end of the room.

A kid who can’t breathe, plus a good dozen people thinking they’re having heart attacks.

But back to the man who feels it’s a weakness to complain.

I see another doctor I make my same plea to, who looks me up and down like the latest Oldsmobile and says, “Did we take care of you?”

“You did, and I’m very grateful, but this man…

He cuts me off saying, “Who are you, the Norman Rae of the ER?”

(No, I did not make this up)  Though taken aback, I say with great aplomb, “Yes, as a  matter of fact, I am.”

Not expecting this, he laughs and says, “Okay, where is he now?”

I take his arm, like Scarlett in Gone With the Wind, to make sure he really takes care of my man, who has no idea, Norma of Arc, is in the house.



About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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23 Responses to Norma of Arc

  1. Kate Howell says:

    Great story! Are you ok ?

    Hal Rubenstein from my iPhone


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  2. micklively says:

    You can’t mess with triage! Actually, that is self-evidently not true, since you’ve clearly done precisely that. Pretty face versus lean black belt efficiency: pretty face wins every time. 😉

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  3. I want you by my side if I ever have to go in. Sometimes when you don’t feel good, you don’t feel well enough to fight for yourself. Sally Fields would be so proud.


  4. You are something else again, Susannah! You go to the ER for yourself and stay to help a man in pain! Amazing! Hope your football-sized pills do the job.

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  5. They should have someone do that, just go around talking to people to determine who needs help the fastest. I suppose they technically do, but ERs seem chronically understaffed. Anyway, good for you, Norma.

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  6. Gail Kaufman says:

    You’re amazing, Susannah. The world needs more guardian angels.

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  7. I laughed and then realized you are 1000000000% right about that paperwork.
    It’s safe to say there were only (2) people in that ER even knows who knew Norma Rae, and thank you God it was YOU and the professional. Rock on Norma, rock on.
    I hope you’re feeling better after the horse pills.

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  8. skinnyuz2b says:

    I was only at the ER twice. Once when my youngest son was in a car accident. Everyone had non-life threatening injuries, thank God. The second was when my mother decided the carpet cleaner wasn’t cleaning some spots good enough and scrubbed them by hand. She had an allergic reaction to the full strength cleaning fluid. And yes, both times it was zoo there.
    It makes you wonder why the hospitals don’t just hire more staff.


    • It’s quite a place, the Emergency Room. If an elephant limped in, it wouldn’t be a surprise. When I came out, 20 people were registering at the Front Desk.

      I always try to see the good, and one has to feel they do their best even if it doesn’t necessarily look that way. sigh


  9. Patricia says:

    If you have to go to the emergency room call an ambulance. Walk-ins wait for hours. Ride in on a gurney and they see you right away. I learned that when I fell at a shopping center and some kind people helped me. Hope you are ok, and don’t need the big pills for long.


  10. I would expect nothing less of you, Norma.

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