I'm not sure how I forgot this part of my story (perhaps too much morphine?)......
When I first got to the ER there was a couple in front of me. The man was complaining of severe chest pains and informed them that he had previously had two heart attacks. I thought, man, at least I'm not this guy. So he was immediately escorted to the "emergency lane of the emergency room" and rushed back. When I was fortunate enough to enter the back room I didn't realize that he was in the room next to me until I heard him screaming. He was not screaming in pain, but he was screaming demands to speak directly to the doctor. The next thing I heard was a ruckus and people running. Apparently this guy was looking to get some pain killers and the doctor wasn't going to give it to him because, upon further inspection he was not, in fact, having a heart attack. When he realized he wasn't going to get what he wanted, he ripped off his IV (how he did this, I still want to know) and ran. Nurses and aides ran after him but apparently he escaped. The next thing I heard was that the ER was on 'lockdown' and then the police and firemen showed up. The last thing I heard was they found him running down the street a few blocks away.
It kind of felt like I was living an episode of ER. Kind of. George Clooney was not my doctor. Darn it.
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