ugh, the ER. I really hate how they run things. The few times I've been in the ER were never fun. They kept me there in a bed for hours after a car accident when I only had some bruising from my seatbelt. Another time they kept me in the waiting room for two hours while I slowly swelled up like a balloon, and only helped me after it got to the point where my fingers were too puffy to bend.

I also have a beef with doctors in general. It took them almost a year to figure out that I had Polysystic Ovarian Syndrome, and during that year I "had" everything from pregnancy to cancer. It was such a stressful time that I actually got some grey hairs from it, and I was fifteen at the time. Definitely not fun, especially all the glares I got from old ladies at the OBGYN and all the lies I had to tell my friends about why I was missing so much school.