So, after our beach rescue and ambulance ride, we finally made it to the hospital, maybe an hour and 15 minutes after the actual breaking of the leg, per text messages I was sending around the same time. Jay was taken in the special way and I walked in front to wait for him to get a room.
To back up just a minute, you’ll remember that no one “could” advise us on which hospital to choose, and we were all kinds of baffled because we were from out of town and obviously don’t know things about hospitals when we travel. There was some kind of discussion on the ability to find a pulse in the foot on the injured leg: if they could find one we’d go to a close hospital, if not we’d go to a far hospital better equipped to deal with trauma. As luck would have it the ambulance EMT workers FOUND A PULSE and we got to go to the close hospital. A stranger watching the scene at the marina said that he’d had great experiences at this particular facility and the EMT told Jay the same thing, even though she wasn’t technically supposed to say anything.
In addition to coming highly recommended, the ER (and hospital in general, we later discovered) was DEAD. Now, this can be a good or a bad thing when it comes to a hospital. On the one hand, empty means staff dedicated to you. On the other hand, empty can mean not enough staff dedicated to the patients that ARE in the hospital. In the case of East Cooper Medical Center, a quiet hospital was a wonderful thing, and we both received care and attention that we were very happy with….