Stupid Hurts

After spending more than 8 hours total in the [tag]hospital[/tag] on Friday, I learned something very important. I’m not dead yet. I don’t think I was all too sure of this fact before, but having a second opinion has left me feeling all sorts warm and fuzzy. Truthfully nothing really new was accomplished, the staff asked me the same battery of questions they asked on Tuesday, but I think the best part of the entire ordeal was when my doctor’s jaw dropped when he found out how much [tag]Topomax[/tag] actually cost retail.

After that I rushed across town to keep a second appointment with a new [tag]doctor,[/tag] and to deliver some [tag]medical[/tag] paperwork. That lead to more waiting and more testing. As the doctor read over my notes he spoke about a weird sense of deja-vu he got from them. Apparently he was one of the members of the board of neurology who was presented with my case several months ago when I was first admitted to the hospital and they originally couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. I always said I was going to be [tag]famous[/tag] one day, but this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.

Leaving Cooper Green I passed these hospital beds being stored in the parking deck. I am curious to find out if they ran out of space, are they broken, or if this is just where they keep the“special” patients.
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