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A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Emergency Room
But I digress.
Got to bed late Wednesday night. Stayed up into Thursday morning with a trending Netflix movie, The School for Good and Evil. Not the biggest mistake I made last week, but I don’t recommend it.*
*First digression: Like the Earth, this show could be described as “mostly harmless.” Visually charming and frequently entertaining, but it takes itself more seriously than can be justified, and it falls embarrassingly short of all the great films it so obviously seeks to emulate. It’s also long, so if you feel the need to watch it, don’t begin at midnight.
So it was close to 3AM before I hit the pillow, but I couldn’t get to sleep, because my chest was hurting. Left chest. Left arm, too. Hmm . . . Should I be worrying?
Nah, it wasn’t that bad. Just a dull ache, and it would subside whenever I sat up. No trouble breathing, no cold sweat or nausea, no sense of pressure or light-headedness, nothing to make me think I needed to get up get dressed and get my ass out to the hospital.
Trouble was, it wouldn’t go away. Over the course of the night, the pain would come and go, up to a 6, down to a 2, up to 7, down to 3 or 4. Sleep was not about to happen, so I finally dressed and went downstairs, made some coffee, did the Wordle, and waited…
