I got very sick the other night.
I got nauseous and my head started to ache. And I knew that I was in trouble.
Although I didn't want to bother her, I finally woke up my friend Juli. She drove me to the ER, where they told me that I was perilously close to having a stroke.
Then I was poked by or connected to every medical device that's available at that hospital.
The medical staff flurried around me like birds while a machine took my blood pressure every fifteen minutes.
In typical hospital fashion, they took some of my blood and gave me several medications. I got two pills, one IV and one big hypo in the butt.
My blood pressure remained sky-high. Then it slowly began to level-off.
I stayed in the hospital emergency room for the rest of that night.
Two nurses woke me up in the morning. Then another nurse brought me a breakfast tray.
I felt so much better.
Now I hope that the blood-pressure medication that was prescribed to me will work. I also hope that the medication won't cause any nasty side-effects.
Please think good thoughts for me, okay?
