Writing is hard, but it doesn’t have to hurt! Very true. So time to write and write.
Friday I went to the doctor and ended up in the hospital. Two things I hate the most. Apparently I passed out on the sidewalk (just “this close” to leaving the dreaded, but ever so helpful, doctor) and woke up with nurses holding me, an ambulance on the way, and a friend talking to whoever was holding my feet. “Tell us your name.” I tried to get the words out but couldn’t. Finally, with much effort, “Lee” from a long distance away but I finally said it. My friend helped them with the rest as the sirens got closer. (I very much dislike ambulances, more then the other two listed above; so Friday was not a banner day.)
They moved me onto a gurney, though I can only tell you this from what my friend filled me in on. Asked me tons of questions as they stuck needles in me…
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