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| - Until recently, I had actually only been to Mercy for emergency room visits. I am afraid to say, there have been more than a few of them. Luckily, not all were mine. They were however at least kept to the family - it is not like I am picking up people off the street and taking them to the emergency room, at Mercy or elsewhere.
On this visit, I had to get some lab work. Now I was never a fan of labs. The mad scientist lab on Movie Macabre, perhaps. But the type of lab you would have to do in biology? I was too busy creating (and yes, throwing) spitballs across the room. Still not the right kind of lab, yet I hope you get the idea how I am not a fan.
The visit starts with the parking. Mercy has never been strong here - they excel in friendliness, not in convenience. For the emergency room, you get a nice - almost cozy - parking lot. For the main entrance, parking is decent, but not particularly close. Luckily, I scored a ride from some guy in a golf cart. I am lucky that he did not seem to be a fan of Movie Macabre. At least, if he is, he was working, and did not have time to 'cart' me to the woods. Had he done so, I was at least close by - and how far can a golf cart really get before it dies from lack of juice?
Once inside, the main entrance has been redone. Completely. It is really quite impressive. Unfortunately, they have to pay for all of that, and what should be a really simple process of sticking you becomes a rather tedious check-in (including a wristband), a journey to another floor, and waiting, waiting and waiting some more.
Finally I give just two tiny vials of blood and get to leave, without so much as the courtesy of a reach around (or even a ride back to the car via the golf cart). Then I get the bill. Lovely. No wonder they could afford all that remodeling.
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