I was feeling a little ill so I went to the emergency room at the local hospital. They decided "feeling a little ill" wasn't an emergency so they stuck me in the back of the waiting room to wait until my "little illness" became a "big illness".
I don't remember how long I waited for my illness to become terminal but I am sure it was more than an hour or two or maybe three but more than likely ten or twelve. I know I missed my breakfast and most likely my lunch but it didn't matter because I was being used as a volunteer in a medical experiment. One nurse or another, some male and some female, would peer through their little window to see if I was still alive and I am sure they were hoping I wasn't.
Finally, when I was sure my "little illness" had incubated itself into a "big illness" using the proof that I just thrown up all over their nice new furniture, I approached the sacred little window and inquired when my turn was?
"We are very busy", I was told. Your need to wait because your illness is still not important enough to us. "Go back and sit in your vomit."
I decided the treatment I received was not worth waiting for a treatment I may never receive and left leaving my last nights dinner all over their waiting room furniture.