I had woken up in the middle of the night, didn't feel well, felt better in the morning, and was in the ER by 2:30. For someone who has been in an ER hundreds of time dropping patients off on the ambulance, I kinda flipped when my mom suggested I go there myself. In the end I'm glad I went. I was very impressed with everyone here at the U of M campus Fairview ER; from the reception desk to security, the nurses and the doctors, people couldn't have been nicer. Which is good considering I was a bit testy after my 172 block trek over there in the 100 million F temp and 1000 billion degrees of humidity (sidenote: I may be using a little hyperbole in that description, but not much, I swear.)
All is well now...I just felt the need to explain why I've been a bit MIA this week.
Back to normal next week, lets hope...and no more "uh oh"s.
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As someone who's spent his share of time in hospitals, I understand that reaction. I even did just the same thing on Saturday (and in fact my healed just fine on it's own. But that's not the point). I'm glad you went, though, and even more so that everything is better!
MJI
Wait a minute! You never took me to the ER! Yet, one of your "loyal readers" did.
What did you do this time? Are you having more fun with Albuterol? Should we break out "Pastoral Care of the Sick and Dying?" I've got the Spanish version if you prefer...
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