Sunday Morning, Coming Down
I was leaning pretty heavily on my wife as we walked up to the emergency room door and I was taking very small steps. From inside, they could see that I was in distress and they rushed out with a wheel chair and rushed me back to a room to stabilize my condition. I did not stop at the front desk. They did not ask for my name or a medical card.
There was a small TV set in the corner of the emergency room and someone turned on an old hospital series, Greys Anatomy, but they were re-runs. Perhaps I was the only one to notice the irony when they flipped the channel over to "Walking Dead"?
My heart was beating like a steam engine and my blood pressure was the highest it had ever been. Shortly some young lady from the front desk came in to ask me a few questions. She asked me if I was a "Protestant"? I said, "A Protestant or a Buddhist". She said, "Pick one". I said, "I guess Buddhist fits my life's experience the best".
After all, there is only One God. It doesn't matter if you are Shinto, Hindu, Buddhist, Muslim, or Christian. There are only different cultures and different interpretations of religions that distort the will of God. In none of these religions does God want you to kill your fellow man or to pick up serpents that will kill you. That is against God's will. Your religion is not better than mine and my religion is not better than yours. It is man's weakness that displeases God.
Another question they asked was if I was a "smoker". I told them that I occasionally smoked "medical marijuana". I did not tell them how occasionally.
After a short while, they rolled me up to the fourth floor, Room 407. I had wires from both arms and I couldn't scratch my balls without getting tangled up. They had 5 attempts before I finally got a workable IV with Sodium and Potassium Chloride dripping down into my veins. I was hooked up to a computer down the hall. All the while, they were shooting other cold medicines into my body, including huge amounts of steroids.
The doctor on call was a little late getting to my room. He was an older, gray-haired gentleman, rather debonair. He came in and asked how I was doing. He asked if I was a "smoker"? I said, "I don't smoke..." But before I could finish my sentence, he threw his hands in the air and said, "Well, Hallelujah!"...I didn't have the nerve to tell him "except for bong hits of medical marijuana..."
My heart hurts a little on this Sunday Morning.
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