Ichilov is always busy, but today the hours we spent waiting reminded me of the old days before everything was computerized and you took a number and waited until you were called.  For two hours I watched the fish fighting in the tank in the waiting room.  But it was worth it.  The same smiling team who sent Ezi to the operation last week examined the wound and reassured us that all was well.  Even I was happy when I saw the wound that yesterday looked like dimsum and today looked almost like a wound.  

But a few hours in a hospital can make you very selfish, thinking only about yourself and your life.  Ezi diverted his attention from the pain by reading about planes on his phone, and it seemed to help.  The lone soldier sitting next to me deserved some maternal attention, but I gave everything I had to the fish.