Didn't get a chance to bring my sketchbook. I found and old daily planner stashed in my car, borrowed a ballpoint pen from the receptionist, and I was good to go.
I felt sorry for this old man, slumped in a chair reading a magazine, with his breathing machine.
The lady on the right has very interesting proportions to say the least.
This woman nervously waited as the technicians drew blood from her new born baby. I could hear the baby screaming in the next room:(
