“Then what is all of this about?”
Nobody had told me before I wandered unsuspecting into the ER that I would come out with a tube in my junk and a bag strapped to my ankle.
Pigeons: more uses than you thought
We rolled into the next room 47 minutes and five patients behind schedule.
At our next appointment, my therapist suggested going out-of-pocket.
Alive or dead? Breathing or not? Circulation or not?
I was reading about Stalinism and Nazism non-stop, and I was certain it was making me sick.