So 28 seems to be a year of firsts for me. I had my first child. I got married. Got my first ride in an ambulance. Got my first stay in a hospital. What else could happen before April.
On Christmas night I got sick. I was puking my guts out while my ass was acting like a water faucet turned all the way up. By the morning I was in so much pain and about six to seven pounds lighter. So my wife called me an ambulance (do they purposely hit every pothole?), went to the ER where I had a doctor who first told me I'd probably be having surgery for appendicitis before he later said I had no such thing. But he was old and probably senile. So I got admitted and got to enjoy a night and day of room service where you tip with urine and bowel samples. Food probably sucked but I wouldn't know being as I was on a jello diet.
I'm home and better now. Still a few pounds lighter and still no clue what was ever wrong with me. Just a further reminder to myself that doctors in the town of Richmond aren't worth a shit. Kinda wish I'd had House as a doc, atleast then the experience would have been entertaining.
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