Tuesday, no calls.
Wednesday...nothing...ring. It was the doc. He said how are you, how's your headache, your brain is swelling. I knew it was not good from that alone. He says I want you to admit yourself to hospital...now...via emergency. Sounds bad. Lucky I didn't have to visit him, else straight to the ward.
It was night and I didn't feel that anything was going to happen at the hospital and having spent time in hospital, I would rather spend some more time with my wife and daughter.
I say, tomorrow? He sounded disappointed and added you better get some steroids. Yeah my favourite.
I go around looking for a chemist and luckily find an opened one. I didn't have a prescription so I had to give the chemist the doc's number. Luckily all goes well (for once) and I get my 'medicine'. Steroids $18, antacid $35. Bodybuilders pay hundreds for steroids. I get this for $18.
By the way, you cannot drive anymore.
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