Have you ever wondered why an Express Line is called the Express Line when it's anything but that? Yeah, me too. How about the Emergency Room? Yeah, that got me too. It got me so good that I spent 6 hours in one the other night only to have to go back the next day to be there for another 7 hours. Needless to say I was one pissed off chic.
I humored myself at one point saying that I felt like I was on an episode of House (A FOX show about a egomanical, but very good Dr. and his team who spend the entire show poking and prodding the patient while they exhaust every possible cause of the phantom problem.)
To make matters worse, they still haven't figured out what the hell is wrong and I'm back where I started...going back to my initial Dr. Now ain't that a bitch? I feel like I went all the way around the mulberry bush for no good reason. Well, I guess ruling out appendicitis and any other problem was a good thing, but to still not know the cause of what sent me to the ER in the first place sucks really bad.
No cause for alarm though, I'm sure I'll get to the bottom of this soon enough. In the meantime, I'll continue to amuse you with whatever random madness I come up with.