Hopped in the old Jeep and drove 20mph all the way into town. Luckily, the Doc was in the clinic that early. I thought she was joking about the heart attack. I hurt too bad for any sillyness, I just wanted some pain pills so I could get back to work.
Next thing I knew, I was in a helicopter, making a long ride to the city. I recall someone talking about whether to bother sliding me onto the OR table, and I was certain I eloquently told them that with only minor assistance, I could Dance over.
Turns out, I was doing a fish in a newspaper imitation.
Tough crowd. Only fun bit was when they cut my clothes off. They seemed to think my pliers and pliers holster was some kind of weapon. I vividly recall thinking I've got 2 masters degrees, and they're talking about the cow poop on my boot.