*Note: Boss was with me

The other day at work, I started to feel some chest pains around my heart. While I was trying to continue the meeting I was running, I was simultaneously trying to remember the 4 signs of a heart attack… or was it for strokes?

In any event, knowing I was going to pass out, I managed to get to a colleagues’ office and  shortly thereafter, I was whisked away to the hospital.

Naturally, the paramedics asked the typical questions, what meds are you taking. I explained my repertoire as I was poked and prodded. Upon arrival and entering the ER, the attending asked the 411.

“We’ve got a 45 year old female complaining of chest pains,” replied the EMT

“Is she on any meds?” asked the nurse.

“She’s on x,y,z and has widespread depression,” he answered.

Feeling heavily sedated, I managed to reply to the EMT and nurse, “it is not widespread depression!!

“What would you call it then,” asked the smug prick.

It’s called dealing with my children!