When I reluctantly arrived at the Emergency Room over the weekend, I was convinced my stay would last forever and cost thousands of dollars. I grumbled as I drove down to the ER across from Costco; these visits have cost me so much in the past — time and money.
And it was for a ridiculous reason. When they swap out your bone marrow for someone else’s, you have to get all your newborn baby shots again. Damn, those babies have it rough. The inoculations hurt and can leave you with flu-like symptoms for days. And they can swell your arm up something fierce.
I was fine with just letting nature take its course, but when my bicep got bigger without me pumping iron, my doctors told me to go have it checked out. Ergh, grumble, moan … okay.
It turns out, I was the only patient they had and I drew a funny, laid back doc. He said I was fine and let me know it was a natural reaction. After spending a few minutes chatting he said, “Let me get some pictures.”
Okay, a few X-rays and maybe some antihistamines, right? No. Instead, he grabbed my iPhone and snapped some photos using the camera app.
He said, “I’m probably not supposed to do that, but if your arm gets any worse, at least you’ll have a record of how it looked before.”
I thought that was really smart. A few more questions, a check of my pulse and temperature and I was outta there quicker than a Costco excursion across the street.
I chuckled all the way home. Much more fun than grumbling.