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by Turkeytop » Fri Jan 24, 2020 7:04 pm
Yesterday I cut my leg. It wasn't a bad cut. I didn't even know I had cut it until I felt the blood running down my leg. My wife wrapped it up, but a short time later the blood was soaking through the bandage and spreading.
About 10:00 PM it was still bleeding pretty hard so I decided to get it checked. I called our insurance to find out what hospital I was to attend. She directed me to go to the Largo Medical Center. Largo is the small town right next to our small town, Seminole.
I got in to Largo but couldn't find the hospital. I asked at a gas station and the guy sent me down this long, narrow, winding road to nowhere. It was a dark, windy night and the road just kept getting narrower. With the palm trees whipping around in the wind, it looked like a scene from a horror movie.
I finally reached the end of the road and this large, brooding, concrete building was all lit up. Largo Medical Center.
I seemed odd that there were no cars in the parking lot. It seemed even odder when I went in through the emergency doors, there was no one there except the attendant behind the desk. Usually emergency rooms are full of miserable people waiting to be seen.
They whisked me straight in to a treatment room. Turns out, Largo Medical Center is really a Psych Hospital. But they'll administer first aid to anyone who presents needing it. In no time at all, they had me patched up and gave me a tetanus shot.
Then, the confusion began. When they had checked me in, their computer had mistaken me for one of their former psych patients with the same name and birth date as mine. My namesake lives in a town called Valrico. They seemed awfully concerned that I had no memory of ever having lived in Valrico. I told them I had never even heard of Valrico. They must have thought I was really losing it.
They took me down to an interview room. The guy there called in his supervisor who, at 11:30 PM was at home having a drink with her husband. Finally, after I showed them my Ontario Drivers License, they got it sorted out. About 1:30, I was allowed to leave. I went home and had a drink.
I don't mean to brag, but I just put a puzzle together in 1 day and the box said 2-4 years.