It's a Small World

Talk about a small world.

18 months ago, my dad first started having periodic episodes of pain and throwing up. On our first trip to the ER for this, we spent about 11 hours there. 3.5 hours in the waiting room, then another 6 or so in the ER. Given my dad's history, they wanted to do a catscan of his abdomen. Long story short, we had a pretty cool nurse the whole time. When we were all done and waiting for the discharge papers to be signed by the doc, we begged the nurse to get us the heck out of there. He pulled through for us, so the next day my mom dropped off cookies for him.

Anyways, in the subsequent trips back to the ER since then (way too many of them), we started recognizing a lot of the staff members. Sometimes it would be like - that's the nurse that helped us this time. That's the nurse we made cookies for. Even one of the doctors recognizes us. "Hi Dr. Noone, nice to see you again. Yes, that was us a couple months ago. You have a great memory!"

Fast forward to last May, when my dad had another episode. We ran into a childhood friend that my family has known since kindergarden, but that we hadn't seen or talked to since high school. She was now working at Good Sam, working toward becoming a RN. We then became friends on Facebook. She's been dating her soul mate and for a few months I've been looking at his picture, thinking "this dude looks so familiar!" It dawned on me this morning. He's the male nurse from 18 months ago, who got us out of ER hell and was rewarded with cookies. It was like a freaking Claritan Clear commercial. And more hilarious - our childhood friend asked, and he remembers us and the cookies!

Weirdness! And cool. It's a small world afterall...