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Is this what you experience when you go to the ER?
The ER Blues by Barbara Lynn Terry When you know something isn't right you go to the ER and spend all night having them poke and prod, prod and poke, draw blood, have x-rays, CT scans ekg, ecg, blood pressure, pulse, oxygen levels, and even the odd and very rare pill to help the pain. But what was it that I have gained? Just absolutely nothing and I remain in abject misery and awful pain. Why do they always have an excuse to give me these ER blues? © 2008 by Barbara Lynn Terry
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