I hate hospitals. They are only there to kill people. Maybe not really 'kill people', but most days it seems they are only there to deliver bad news. Every time, I get bad news. I cant remember every getting good news going to the doctor. Emily, we have to cut your foot open. Emily, we need to remove your gallbladder. Emily, you might have to have your appendix removed. Thank God that didnt come to. Oh, or Emily, we have to remove your wisdom teeth so you jaw can finish growing. (I know oral surgery aint that big a deal, but hey, I lost FOUR teeth.)
The absolute worst part of those +-36 hours, No Definitive Answer. I hate hospitals. I can understand the role of Doctor, and their necessity in helping people. But HOSPITALS! You go in in absolute pain and two days later, they cant tell you what was wrong. Although. the doctor did call last night, hopefully with a step forward. Low platelet count. I dont know what that means, but it sound closer to diagnosis than more questions. I do have to go in for follow up labs and talk, so that sucks. But Im almost willing to do this to make the pain go away.
That's all Ive ever wanted.
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