Fear

It's been 13 years since my last trip to an ER, it's a scary experience I wish I never had to re-live... turns out my luck is not that great.

Today I took a trip down memory lane, the fear, the anxiety, and the result...

13 years ago my arm was ripped open by broken glass. I asked my mom on the way to the hospital, "Am I going to die?" Granted I was 9 years old and didn't know much, but it's scary. I've had my fair share of run-ins with death, pain, and general discomfort but the ER is the pinnacle of stupid decisions, a pinnacle I hope I never reach again.

This time I didn't ask her that question, but at the rate my heart was pounding and the general discomfort I was feeling, I was far more scared this time around. They took my blood pressure, hooked me up to machines, monitored me. They couldn't find anything

Shortness of breath, light-headedness, and chest pain that's what I told them...

Thankfully all that doesn't mean anything. Who knows what caused my pain, but it's scary reliving your past and potentially my future, hopefully a distant future.