I went back to the ER, but the ER here...it's just not what I would picture when I think of "emergency room". But my guardian angel was there. My bald, robust, jolly, hairy-armed guardian angel. I told my dad that's what I think he is, and he laughed. I grinned, "Don't laugh! It's true. He's a nice guy." Despite that though, I was completely pissed. Everything was taking SO LONG. Oh wait, I didn't tell you why I even went. I went after work, around 11:30, because I was helping Petra with the... read more
