I suffered a pulmonary embolism in the left lung in 2002. My wife immediately raced me to the ER. At one point, the nurse looked at me and said “If you need to say anything to anyone, now would be a good time. Who do you want me to call”? I pretty much freaked out at that point but I asked to speak to the Dr. As I lay there barely being able to breathe. I kept watching the door, waiting for the doctor. The on call Priest was sent in to administer last rights instead. I refused his service and was hospitalized the next nine days. Luckily I’m still here.
And now its a life of coumadin...