Sitting in the emergency room the other night with my nose bleeding akin to something that resembled Niagra Falls (minus the beauty and all that), Harper Lee's quote "Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing," popped in my head. No, I wasn't thinking about how much I loved to read right then; I was thinking about how much I love to breathe and how I do take that for granted.
My nose had been bleeding for an hour before we decided to seek medical attention. My husband drove to the hospital while I tried not to mess up the car. I was delighted that the ER waiting room was not crowded...just a couple of people...help would be available soon!!!
I guess what constitutes an emergency depends on what side of the counter you are on. I know I am not aware of what was going on behind closed doors and there may have very well been people in there in need of medical attention more than me, but I don't know how much blood one could lose before you get bumped up in the line. It was two hours later, nose still bleeding like a sieve, resembling something in a horror movie, that I finally got called into a room.
The doctor had a great bedside manner. As he looked at my gushing nose he calmly looked at me and said, "Oh, you have a bit of a nose bleed." I would have laughed if I could have. I guess it's better than if he walked in and screamed, "Aaggghhhh...that's a lot of blood!!!!" He nicely plugged my nose with an item that resembled a feminine hygiene product and blew it up like a balloon. The bleeding did stop and so did the rest of my breathing. First I couldn't breathe because of the blood, now I couldn't breathe because I had a stopper in my nose.
The good news is... now the worst is behind me and thankfully I'm beginning to breathe again.
The bad news is...if what I got was quick rapid response care that took over 2 hours while I sat there bleeding and bleeding, I can only imagine what will happen if Obamacare actually goes into effect. God help us all.