Going to the Doctor

I hope you’re feeling better and not dying. 

I went to a doctor twice in the last 30 years. On one of those occasions, after a blood test the doctor called me at work at 8:30 in the morning the next day and told me to get to Cornell Medical Center immediately and said there was a doctor there waiting for me. He later said he couldn’t believe I was walking around much less going to work. On the other occasion I got myself to an emergency room because I didn’t feel right. I was taken in quickly because I had a rash and was having trouble breathing. The receptionist put the blood pressure thingy on my arm then began asking me personal information and medical history. She stopped to check the blood pressure reading and said, “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.” She closed the office door behind her but I heard someone yell, “I need a cart right away! A cart!” I was like, holy crap I hope that wasn’t her yelling but somehow I knew it was. The world around me started getting blurry. My vision was going. In seconds I found myself surrounded by a team of 5 tearing my shirt off. One of them kept telling me to hang in there. They gave me Epinephrine. I had to spend a few hours in the ER but to my delight they released me and I was able to get home just in time to participate in the 25 player instance with my World of Warcraft Guild. Priorities.  

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