My wife said it was amazing. She had me, unconscious, in the pickup truck, and had phoned them ahead of time. She wheeled up to the door, and guys in green coats carried me away. She was left to fill out paperwork at the front desk.
When I've been there conscious, it's been boring. BOHRINGGG. Lying on a cot and waiting for half of eternity. Hearing pieces of conversation that would make no sense on TV. Eventually a nurse or MD comes by and does things. I suppose if I'd been a drug OD or a gunshot wound, I might have seen more excitement. But I've not had that kind of good luck.