Admissions

I walked through the doors of the Mount Sinai Guggenheim Medical Pavilion a little after 8:30. The security people were acting more like WalMart greeters and directed me to the 2nd floor. Surgical admissions was buzzing with activity. The Maître D' took my name and gave me a beeper, ala Chili's, and told me to come back when it started buzzing. Just then I realized that I forgot to pickup AM New York for the Sudoku and crossword.

So I scrounged around the area and found a New York magazine from a month ago. There were a couple of articles I hadn't read and it would keep me occupied. The thing that was starting to worry me was the multitude of hardcover books on the tables. I'm talking 2.5-3" thick. How long would the wait actually be? I wouldn't consider starting one of those books unless I knew I was going to be waiting for, I don't know, .... a week?

Luckily, my buzzer went off before I could think more about the reason for having all these books. I was then escorted to a cubicle where they took down my insurance information and verified that I was actually the person who was scheduled to have a procedure. Then the person took me to the waiting area.