Okay you just opened up a whole 'nother can o' worms (as we say in Missippi) now.
One June 23 of last year I went for a Thallium stress test at a hospital in Memphis. I had been complaining of back pains -- pretty severe back pains -- and the doc lined me up for the test as a precautionary measure.
I arrived for the test on Monday morning, and ...
..., I was not released from the hospital until Wednesday evening.
The whole time I was there (mostly in ICU) I kept trying to get them to let me go home. The had performed a procedure on me, and after all was said and done I could not see what all the hullabalo was about.
A few weeks later the EOB's started to arrive. Good thing I have insurance: the total hospital and doctor bill went well over six figures. Turns out I had a 99% occlusion of the LAD, the dreaded "widow maker." I survived the exact same condition that killed Tim Russert. It just so happens I was on the treadmill -- already nuclear (or is it nucular?) -- when BAM!
Anyways, that's the whole can o' worms.
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