In college, a friend of mine got what appeared to be the flu. None of us (including him) worried about it, figuring he'd be fine in a couple days. He started getting a bit weaker, so one of us decided to drive him to the ER, just in case. He didn't feel bad or anything, just tired.
The ER physician took one look at him and admitted him, shocking us by saying he was within hours of death. He spent a couple days being pumped full of antibiotics, and recovered, but it was a close call. The doctors never did figure out just what it was.
All these years later, and it still distresses me.
The ER physician took one look at him and admitted him, shocking us by saying he was within hours of death. He spent a couple days being pumped full of antibiotics, and recovered, but it was a close call. The doctors never did figure out just what it was.
All these years later, and it still distresses me.