Putting that health care plan to good use
Or: How to waste a perfect excuse for ditching jury duty.
Last night, the S.C. Seamless Gutters took our usual drubbing in the Beaufort Men's Softball League. The beating was even worse than usual because we had only 3 outfielders, instead of the usual 4. That meant those 3, including yours truly, had to run like hell around the not-so-well-manicured softball fields of Beaufort fetching pop flies and doubles off the wall. Despite drinking a bottle of water during the game and one after, along with some Gatorade, I felt decidedly crappy on the drive back. I think I passed out for a bit and woke up long enough to suggest to Morgan that instead of heading back home, maybe instead he should take me to the medical center out by I-95.
We got there, and Morgan helped me into a wheelchair and zipped me into the ER. I repaid him by waiting to throw up until after I got out of his car. I was somewhat relieved to note that after the IV drip was in and blood pressure readings were taken, the doctors lost interest in me. I figured if something was seriously wrong, they'd be hovering around. But apparently, the guy in the next room who took a baseball bat to the head during a bar fight was in slightly worse shape.
Eventually, the doc came back and said I had a relatively minor bout of Tachycardia, and that it was most likely a fluke, a symptom of that whole getting old thing. I get to go to a cardiologist on Thursday, but they told me it was more of a precaution than anything.
Moral of the story: Exercise is bad. Don't do it. Ever.
And against Deborah's wishes, I left the doctor's note behind and went to my jury summons today anyway. As with most scenes in Bluffton, it was rather chaotic with a lot of confused people milling around. I didn't get picked.
Posted by Brian at 10:45 PM
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