my trip to the ER, by Ryan

[regression]

After a hellish week, midterms, phone calls from crying sisters, etc etc, I started getting sick. My reflux was acting up again and it was giving me a hard time breathing. Luckily I have the bestest boyfriend ever who took care of me and dealt with me when I was crying like a little baby 2 nights in a row. So Friday morning I call the doctor to see if I could get an appointment. The receptionist asked what was wrong so I explained it to her, she talked to the doctor and called me back. Apparently the doctor felt it was a better idea for me to go to the ER instead of into the doctors office. So Brian takes me home and mommy takes me to Lankaneu (sp?) hospital. so we're sitting in the ER waiting room for a while and these 2 guys that were there with their mother who had fell started talking to us. They were very entertaining, showing us different ways magnetics can increase strength and giving us lots of different riddles. so they left about 2 hours later and we're back to being bored, being entertained only by the crazy lady who keeps screaming and moaning. so finally i get called back and told to put on the stupid gown. mind you its like negative 10 degrees. so i'm bundled up in the crappy blanket they give. so luckily we're right at where the ambulence drops of so we can at least see the people coming in from the ambulences which hopefully will be entertaining. but not so much. cept for the crazy lady maggie that apparently is homeless and just comes there to sleep. she proceeded to take of her hair, her shoes, her pants, and pass out on a stretcher in the hall.
finally the doctor comes in. doesnt even touch me and tells me what is wrong. which is exactly what I said was wrong before I even walked in the door. So just to be sure they give me a chest x-ray, change my medicine, and send me on my way.
And that was my 6 hours in the ER.