The 22 mm Solution
Thursday night, July 16, the thermometer climbed to 38.5°C, so we went to St. Paul’s ER. They measured 37.9°C, technically, not a fever. To isolate me from the packed waiting room, the triage nurse asked me to wait in the hallway, right across from a mysterious garbage room.
Three hours later, a kind, compassionate ER doctor examined me and ordered some tests. An hour after that, I was discharged with an antibiotics prescription.
I regret missing the beautiful thunderstorm show taking place in Vancouver.

