Yesterday, I had a heart attack. At least, that's what my EKG said. And, that's what the doctor who read the EKG said before she transferred me to the ER.
In the ER, they didn't say much of anything. They were too busy Palin-izing my blood veins (drill, baby, drill!) and hooking me up to various beeping machines.
Finally, after what seemed like hours (no, it was actual HOURS), a doctor came to my bedside to give me the news. During my first EKG, two of the leads (the electrode thingies) had been positioned incorrectly. It seems I wasn't having a heart attack at all!
Isn't that a hoot? Why, a girl could just die laughing!