You can find Part 1 here. After getting checked in and triaged, we began to wait. And wait. And wait. To this day I am thankful for the three friends who sat with me hour upon hour. You’ve never seen four happier people in an ER waiting room before. We were chatting and laughing and […]
They told me it was gas (or Why I always have shaved armpits): Part 1
“What does it mean if it hurts to breathe?” I asked my friend. His comforting reply: “You probably have gas.”