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I sat wrapped in a blanket, waiting for the ambulence to arrive.  What had just happened?  I meet a guy that there's just something about, after this?  I know that life has mysteries, but I seriously don't need anymore right now.  I already have enough, like why did my boyfriend of four years cheat on me with his slagwhore of an assistant? or why did my mother leave her entire estate to my convict/druggie brother?  Enough, that was what I came to avoid.  Now I had other things to worry about, the ambulence arrived quietly, almost unnoticed, as if someone had decided the night had too much drama already.  The EMTs jumped out and turned to help me into the back, but their hands were cold!  I climbed in by myself.  Is it like a rule that all medical personel must have freezing hands?

Once I arrived at the hospital we went through the fascinating process of being admitted which I will not force upon you.  After about three hours a doctor came to examine me.
    "Sarah, can you tell me what day it is?" he asked, looking at the chart.
    "It's Wednesday, do you need a calandar?"  He ignored the bite and asked,
    "Can you tell me where you are?"
    "Park Hospital North, can we skip all this?  I'm fully aware of what's going on."
    "O-kay."  He stepped to the bed, setting the chart at the foot of it.  He began pressing my head lightly, his hands were frigid as well.
    "Can't you at least warm your hands up?" I questioned becoming quite irritated by now.  He sighed, pulling back and rubbing his hands together, long night for the both of us evidently.  He began once again, but they were still the same temperature.  "You're still arctic geez!"  He pulled back again and rubbed his chin in thought,
    "Ms. Randt, my hands are as warm as they're going to get.  Let's try something different.