she's in for chest pains; she woke up with chest pains at four a.m. and decided, for reasons beknownst only to my scary mommy, to self-medicate...with TEN nitroglycerin.
Thank goodness she'd let them all go stale.
So I met her at the hospital; she's fine. They're holding her for retarda...observation.
Thank goodness she'd let them all go stale.
So I met her at the hospital; she's fine. They're holding her for retarda...observation.
*ten* nitroglycerin??? just shoot me.
I left her and high-tailed it to make my lab meeting only to find out that the damned thing was cancelled at the last second. That really rips my widget.
argh.
1 comment:
Holy flurking schnit. That must have resulted in one *serious* dynamite headache! Best give her one from now on and let her keep it in her pocket like Barney Fife's bullet. :)
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