Last week I went in to have a test done, check out the progression of the pneumonia. Was told by the tech to wait in the waiting room just in case my doctor wanted something else done. HA, doctor calls 10 minutes later:
‘get down to the ER!!’
Why ya ask, somehow I managed to form a pulmonary embolism in my lung. Oh yea, that’s right. Scared the hubby to death, along with my family. Just another pill to add to my existing cocktail. Life’s just friggen fantastic, isn’t it??