The last place I thought I’d find myself on St. Patrick’s Day morning was the emergency room. Guess that’s what I get for not wearing green – or drinking enough liquids before and during working out at the gym: a little dehydration.
So after some dizzy spells, nausea, a little vomiting, almost passing out, a quick bumpy ride in the ambulance to the hospital, I found myself being pumped full of fluids during about two hours worth of steady contemplation.
My first thought – should have drank more water. Brilliant.
Second thought – hope I don’t worry my pregnant wife of seven months and two year old daughter too much.
Every thought while trying to get some rest went a little something like this:
Wonder if my brother Patrick is waiting for me to call him back to wish him a happy birthday…..
Will Greg Oden (who is now listed as a “game time decision”) play Wednesday at his homecoming in Indiana?
It’s freezing in here….
This is seriously cutting into my research time on a story I’m attempting to write for a sports magazine in Seattle…..
How much is that ambulance ride going to cost me exactly?
Do I still have to paint my daughters bedroom pink today?
Should I even bother asking if I can move to a room with a TV….
When should I call to arrange an interview with that one pro wrestling icon….
Can a brother get some Jell-O?
Now I know what Rudy Fernandez felt like – minus the bruised right chest, right hip-pointer, staying the night in the hospital, and visits from Sergio Rodriguez….
Wonder what my dad thought about when he was in and out of hospitals when he was sick with cancer….
Wish I had a book…
Do I still need to meet those three deadlines I have waiting for me at HOOPSWORLD this week?
Can I leave now?
I am blessed with the best wife in the world.
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