I was on "deaths doorstep" in an emergency room with a lot of other folks who looked like they were worse off than me; not a good place to be be. After waiting forever, they took me to a temp room and took blood. I could have died between the time they took blood and the results came back.
Once the results came back, they took my clothes slipped on a robe with my but out, and rolled me to a room. Next they set up an I. V. They asked me if I was in pain? Since they knew the answer, it got me a shot of morphine.
Presently I'm enduring pain that goes away when I take more pain killer than prescribed; I'm just using such a time to post, (I'm at home, but will go to another facility next week)