So last night, I leave the theater in the middle of "How To Train Your Dragon II" for an asthma attack.
I stumble into the ER, struggling to breathe:
-"Hi, do you need labor and delivery?"
-A distraught baby comes in, whom I can do nothing to help, which triggers my PTSD of the same.
-A Code Blue alarm goes off, triggering my PTSD of the same.
-"Just try and stay calm," says a nurse, unaware, as she catches me sobbing the choking cough of an asthmatic who can barely breathe.
-From across the hall, a pack-a-day voice makes sure everyone knows: "And I said 'In the name of Jesus, get outta here, Satan!' Because the color was, y'know..."
-A Shriner/clown car goes by, tooting its absurd horn.
I feel like I deserve a punch card for having recently made four trips to the ER in as many months.