Ten days ago, I feel like crap, and go to the hospital. They poke me, prod me, then tell me nothing is wrong, and send me home.
Monday, I go nack in for a routine check-up, and they7 tell me I should have died a week ago; that only through their last minute intervention, did I stay alive. They also invited me to sleep over two nights. Hey, I loved sleepovers with my friends when I was younger, but even than, I did not like spending the night at hosoitals,
But I'm back