ER

Tonight was my second time inside the ER of Saint Jude Hospital.

For a couple of days, my heart would seem to skip a beat every few minutes. No pain, no dizziness, just a bit of bad rythmn. I'm recovering from the FLU OF DEATH, so I figured they were related.

In an un-dramatic scenario, I drove myself to the ER, and waited around for three hours for someone to see me. The nurse took a few seconds of EKG, but, since I only the bad beats once every few minutes, the EKG didn't catch it. They eventually sent me home with an appointment to borrow a portable heart monitor, which I'm supposed to wear for 24 hours.

It was strange to be on a bed in an ER, watching people add and erase names from a white board, just like on television. My name in black dry-erase marker in Room "H1". H1 must have stood for "bed in hallway #1", since I wasn't actually in a room, per se.