So I ended up going to the ER last night for chest pain. I got an EKG, chest x-rays, blood tests, a cat scan, the whole nine yards. And what do they find, just inflamation of the chest wall. I sprained my chest?! Gotta get somebody else to cover the hardest physical labor parts of my job for the next week or so.
I'm hoping the nurses and doctors enjoyed my company at 2 in the morning. I certainly was amused about everthing they did. From the extra nipples (electrodes) to the shot of painkillers in the butt to the going through the middle of a giant doughnut while laying still. Laughing is painful but I couldn't help myself. Only thing I almost didn't laugh at was the iv's.
I may have a real heart attack when I get the bill, so I'm gonna need to laugh at all of your comments.
