An Afternoon at the Emergency Room

I spent my Thursday afternoon inside the emergency room of the hospital nearest my place. I’ve always been scared of the ER because I know what kind of cases they’re expecting to get there. The last time I was there, a man came in with a large gash in the forehead from a motorcycle accident; two other patients were attached to spirometers. And those were even relatively “mild”  cases.

I woke up from an afternoon nap with my heart racing, I guess I was having a really vivid but not necessarily bad dream. I felt dizzy with heavy chest, so I suspected my blood pressure was up. I didn’t realize how high it was until they had me checked. I almost got admitted, too. It’s a good thing my bp went back to normal after resting on their bed no. 1 for a while. I had to call my sister and her husband to get me because the doctor won’t let me go home alone. It’s not an understatement to say that it scared me. But I was also annoyed that I had to have that high a bp reading (160/100) to be accomodated using my health card. Another guy came in after me, showing the same IDs (he’s an officemate it turned out), but was not attended to because he “only ” had a fever. He was sent back to the office to get some forms first. Way to go, Health Care.