Woo's blog: "Steph's Musings...."

So I spent a relaxing 3 hours in the ER today. I was having chest pains accompanied by jaw pain and a bit of shortness of breath. I was sent home from work because I looked like I was dying. My primary doc wouldn't see me because I was having heart attack symptoms, so I was sent to the ER. The ER is a magical place where the doctors and nurses really don't give a shit about you unless you're bleeding profusely or can no longer breathe. They don't go the extra mile there to find out whats actually wrong with you. They run the tests they think they need to, and send you home w/ some generic disorder/disease/illness and a painkiller and tell you to follow up with your regular doctor. Well...I just spent 3 hours here, and you tell me my sternum is inflamed? After 3 rounds of nitroglycerin(a wonderful sublingual treat that gives you a headache only a bullet can heal), an ekg, an xray, 12 viles of blood, and 4 baby asprin later...My sternum is inflamed. WTF? I just feel like bitching. I know I'm gonna get the giant bill in the mail, for a sore sternum. Sheit...they didn't even give me a prescrip for some good meds :(