I've been under the weather for a few days. Congested, trouble breathing, discomfort in my chest. Being the natural hypochondriac that I am, I immediately came to the conclusion that I was dying. I ended up in town today, on the 4th, on my birthday, looking for a doctor. Mine was out, one walk in was closed, and the other would not help me. So I ended up in the ER.
Three and a half hours later, two chest X-Rays and a breathing treatment which I can't even begin to describe. Other than it looked like something from a rock stage show, and three perscriptions and I'm out the door. And into the bathroom.
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