Monday, August 22, 2011

The choices we make

I was in a hospital room last Friday, which was my first mistake, but let's just quickly move beyond that. There I was, in one of those horrible gown type things, waiting while wires were wired to me and tests were done to make sure my heart rate was racing and blood was flowing. Once everything was set, a nice older nurse came in to ask me some questions. That's when things got funky.

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