I've heard it said that if you've seen one ER, you've seen them all, but that's not true. Cook County General in Chicago is a world unto itself. I suppose they all are. Maybe I am a little more fond of it, because I've been away for a while. I've loved and lost, along the way. I scattered my son's ashes in the lake, I inherited a fortune I could never spend by myself and divorced the wife who could have cared less about my money. I like to think I've grown a bit, matured some over the years.
That said, I'm pretty sure I can read. Pretty sure I booked a flight to Chicago. Not sure how or why I ended up in New York. No one said anything about an emergency landing, and yet, here I am. Somebody want to explain this?