I rarely reblog but this one was pretty darned funny. Plus, given recent dual trips of my own to the ER on my birthday, I can relate! Enjoy and thanks, Stacey!
The other morning found me in the emergency room again. If you remember, I had never been to the emergency room until recently and now I’ve been there twice in the same six months. Go figure.
I woke up and looked like Rocky Balboa after he lost to Apollo Creed. I shook my husband awake and high tailed it out of the house in the clothes I slept in. It was 5:15.
The triage nurse asked the routine questions. But then she threw in, “Did you drive yourself here?” Me: “Yes.” I didn’t bother to explain if my husband drove it would mean waking the kids and I didn’t want to scare them with my swollen eye. And why wouldn’t I drive myself? I’m a big girl. It didn’t seem like a strange question.
“Does your eye itch?”
“On a scale of 0 to 10, 10 being the highest…
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