Dear UWMC ER Tech
You’ll never read this, but I feel compelled to write it anyway.
See, this morning, you were the tech who took care of me when I ended up in your ER after a fire alarm at Target triggered a seizure.
You came in to take my blood pressure. I was postictal and miserable and humiliated that I had a seizure in public and pissed as hell that the people at Target called 911 and that I’d have to waste a chunk of my day in the ER when there was fuck all reason for me to be there once the seizure was over. Basically, I was hating life and everything it stood for. And then you looked at me and said “Uh-oh, we better put you in isolation.”
And I was all “wtf?”
And you said “Don’t want you turning the other patients.” And then you grinned and gestured at my chest.
And I realized you were referring to my t-shirt. My Black Lantern Corps t-shirt.
And just like that, my day was made.