As always, I never cease to freak doctors out. When I was at Stanfurd this past week, I had the misfortune of passing out as I left cardiology. After passing out I, of course, tried to escape and consequently hit my head on a tree. Then THIRTY doctors RAN at me. With a crash cart. In the rain. It was ridiculous—I think all the interns wanted me to die. You should have seen how crestfallen they were when I didn’t have to be shocked.
Then I got assigned to a resident: she said I should leave. Yeah... then I had some transient consciousness business, concussed my head and bled all over the place. Fabulous. I think it was about here they decided to keep me, and consequently pushed five IV bags of fluid through me in conjunction with some ridiculous monitoring equipment and some sub-par-non-narcotic drugs (I kept telling them I wouldn’t die, but to no avail). It was exactly like Grey’s Anatomy, except with less sex (Ironically, I did watch last night’s episode from my hospital bed).
Anyways, their findings: CHF. Yes, boys and girls: Heart Failure. But like only the minor kind.The kind where it's pretty much impossible to die.I do believe we live in a world where it's possible to have a little bit of heart failure but it’s still impossible to be a little bit pregnant. Though, that I’m not (If you don’t believe me, you can check one of the four pregnancy tests they did...).
In Conclusion: No matter what happens, any day I come home with my driver's license is a good one.