My Dude was writhing in pain.  Seven hours in an ER, and not only did we not have answers, but the hospital was eerily deserted.  Every so often, a small vial with the words, "drink me" written across it would appear on the counter next to my Dude's stretcher, that would help the pain, but there was no sign of how the vial got there.  Each time I ventured to  the nurse's station, it was empty.  "Hello, " I would call out.  "Is anybody here?"  "Hello? Is anybody here," echoed back to me. Late that night, an orderly, who bore … Continue reading →