Apr
5
Thank the Lord for good medical insurance
I would have much, much more preferred an Easter Egg hunt to spending the day and night in the Emergency Room yesterday. But sometimes you don’t always get what you want. Or you don’t always get to feel how you want to feel.
The only redeeming quality of last night was when a chubby prostitute broke out of her stretcher and skipped-galloped down the hallway shouting things no one could understand. Once she disappeared into the slow flicking of the swinging ward doors, it got terrible again.
