SubscribeThere is some strange connection for me between getting a new house and spending *way* to much time in a hospital.
When Kim and I moved into the place in Uxbridge we weren’t there a month before I was in hospital for a week getting my gallbladder removed in emergency surgery.
Similarily, but much less dramatic, I am now cooling my heels in St. Michael’s emergency after driving an old nail into the ball of my foot. _sheesh_ The tetanus shot is done and I’ve seen the doc, but now I’m waiting to get to xray to make sure there’s no foreign matter still in my foot. I then get to wait to see the doc again to get a scrip for some antibiotics.
One nice plus is that I can also get a scrip for a new epipen.
Someone needs to figure out how to speed this process up! One major factor that influenced my hesitance to come to emerge was that I knew I’d be here *way* to long. I was right… 4 hours and still going…
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