Ah, how I love (to leave) the E. R.
Last night (well, early this morning) Pam started having chest pains; this was, of course, after midnight. Nothing like a nice little “is this a heart attack?” scare at that hour of the morning. Yes, all is well.
We played it safe and, after waiting to see if Rolaids would do the job (it didn’t), we called the ambulance. Nice guys, very professional. I woke up the boys and off we went to the E.R. to see Mom.
End result: Pam is on some antibiotics. When these are combined with rich food the end result is acid reflux. Time to eat better for a while, methinks.
Now I get to wait for the E.R. and ambulance bills. Annoying, but if we had truly needed their services it would have been a bargain at any price.
January 31st, 2007 at 10:05 pm
Strange that whenever I find time to visit your site some major event has occurred in your life. Perhaps we could work something out to our mutual advantage?....
Glad your initial fears weren’t realized, give Pam our best.
February 2nd, 2007 at 1:52 pm
Ah, acid reflux, my old nemesis. You can’t get me, so you go after my friends, is that it? You bastard.