Waiting in emergency rooms

When I was a young lawyer, I went to an emergency room after my doctor told me that the extreme pain I was experiencing was probably appendicitis. It was a small suburban hospital which did not receive much E.R. traffic. To boot, it was about 8:30 in the morning. Nobody else was in the waiting room. I was in so much pain, I couldn’t stand up straight. When I went to the registration desk, I made the joke to the admission nurse that they better take good care of me because I was a lawyer. She proceeded to lecture me about how everyone gets the same treatment and that just because I was a lawyer didn’t make me special. To which I responded “I sure hope my appendix doesn’t rupture while you’re venting your indignation. If you’re done, can you tell a doctor I have appendicitis and am in tremendous pain?” She didn’t talk to me any more. But the doctor was chuckling as I was wheeled into the room.