Dear Hospital -
Either give my mother the fucking tests you are talking about or GIVE HER A FUCKING SANDWICH. 36 hours since she last ate. Cocksuckers. I understand that caffiene and food can alter cardiac tests. However, her passed out on the FUCKING TREADMILL from NOT EATING FOR 36 HOURS will also alter the stress test results.
No love,
The Empress
cc: VW's brother's mil, who seems to hink our health care system as is is perfectly fine.
they want her to do a treadmill stress test on a 36 hour fast? That's mean.
It's not even a fast - it's that she *couldn't* eat anything yesterday on a ccount of the heart-attack like excruciating pain that she suffered when she tried to eat a small piece of dry toast.
ugh! The poor thing. Tons of tummy ~ma (and sensible hospital care ~ma) headed your Mom's way, Aims.
Oh, Aims. That sucks for your mom. Sending major cluesticking and hairy eyeball vibes to that hospital.
I've been trying for 45 min. to concentrate enough to write out a check for a bill that needs to be paid. Haven't made any significant progress since writing in the name on the "pay to the order of" line. Scratch that. I can't write today, messed up irretrievably with spelling out the amount, had to void it. At least I can still print.
food ma~~~ to your mom and get on the stick to the hospital
on-line bill pay!
I just renewed a library book over the phone. Truly we are living in a golden age.
And you can type!
Wacky, isn't it? I would say it takes even less concentration than printing, but I'm having to delete and retype like I'm drunk posting.