Wednesday, September 08, 2004

ER

I didn't want to go. I procrastinated. I procrastinated for 12 hours. And then I called the doc. He said, "either you call 911 or we will." So I went. 3 tries before the an IV success, xrays, oxygen, ekg, ecocardiogram, treadmill and 4 Hours later I leave with a prescription for Prilosec. Oh well, at least it wasn't a heart attack.

The cardiologist says to me, "are you under any stress?" My response... "Isn't everyone?" Then he starts telling me all about the stress in his life. I should be a therapist. I should get paid for listening to him.

And do I feel any better. Not.




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