Tuesday, November 20, 2007
So, last night my peak flow went below 200 at around 1:30AM so I had to haul my ass over to St. Vincent's ER. Let me tell you, there is nothing worse than going BY YOURSELF to the ER in the middle of the night. They admitted me immediately and hooked me up to the nebulizer pronto. My bed was between one drunk guy vomitting and another guy getting a catheter who didn't speak English. I felt like the supermodel of patients. Also, there was no McDreamy or McSteamy or Dr. Ross present. Now, I'm home and breathing and realizing I don't want to die alone.