Work blues and the ER.

This morning I woke up in a very weird state. And no, not Texas. It doesn't need me to be weird.

I woke up with fabulous hair, no zits, feeling good, but with a bit of chest pain, blood oozing from my scalp, and my ear swollen. Weird eh? Well, having DD's chest pain isn't uncommon, and i figured something had bit me during the night making my head bleed a little and my ear swell. I cleaned everything with rubbing alcohol and set off to work.

Unfortunatly, the chest pain got worse.

I also had customers like this:

Customer: You've rung this in wrong.

Me: No I haven't, the price on the tag is the price it came up as when I scanned it and thus, the price I charged you.

Customer: You've changed it, I know it! Do I have stupid written accross my forehead?

Me: Yes actually, have you tried scrubbing it off?

After that delightful experiance, my boss noticed I was holding my chest.
"Are you alright?" she asked.

"My chest hurts, and I can't breathe."I answered.

As the day went on, my breathing got worse, as did work ("Can I have a changeroom?" "No, sorry we don't let people try things on. You just sorta guess. The changerooms are just for decoration")and by the end of the day I could hardly breath.

I decided to go to the ER. BBBIIIGGG MMIISSTTAKKEEEEE. I'm not sure what the ER's are like anywhere else, but here, unless your bleeding from the head, and sometimes even if you are, you better settle in for a 4+ hour wait. After 2 hours I said nuts to this and came home. I plan to see my Doc tomorrow, and I have a nice collection of hospital braceletts, but either than that it only hurts if I move or do anything involving breathing. No worries.

I'll keep yeh posted