Le maudit Mo D.

errrrrrrr

I spent 6 hours in the E.R. today. CHEST PAINS. I carry a card with me at all times that says IN THE EVENT OF CHEST PAINS, DO NOT RULE OUT AORTIC DISSECTION! This is because of Marfan Syndrome and Denty Chest and Loose Joints and Stupid Bendy Body, of course. So around 2pm I started having serious chest pains, so I ditched work and came home and felt worse, so I summoned my beloved to take me to the ER, where a battery of tests, including Riding the Donut, ruled out aortic dissection, so I was free to come home. My body was coated in EKG stickers, which the nurse did not remove.

My room in the ER faced the nurse's station and when I started to feel better I pretended that I was directing an episode of E.R. and that their banter, which I could hear, was in the script. I believe I gave them bad notes for their rather lethargic response to a Code Blue (I want action! Run faster, damnit! CODE BLUE!) and thought that the flirtatious male nurse (totally real) should have upped the ante a little bit.

Don't worry about me. I think the chest pains had more to do with S3 at Mam's than it did with my aorta. Which is fine, by the way. Whew!