my life
10 years ago today… the blood was drawn from my arm… after which… three letters changed my life.
I have survived, by the grace of God, without ever having to take medication.
Thank you to friends, family, and fellows that have been there for me.
I love you all.
So, after I got to the clinic and the cute as hell screening nurse saw me, he called an ambulance to bring me to the ER. There was wheezing and a crackling sound in my left lung. The nurse suggest that I get x-rays down to rule out pneumonia.
Get this shit, the EMTs arrive a few minutes later… both yummy as yummy can be. One, tall lanky with light brown eyes and dark hair… the other, shaved head boyish face. Well…Mr. Lanky starts asking questions so he can fill out forms; protocol stuff. He asks me for my address and I given to him. In the middle of this stops and says, “Yo Bro! Didn’t you used to live there?" Babyface comes around and looks and says "That sounds familiar"
I look at Babyface’s name tag, which only has his last name. I proceed to say his full name to him and he is shocked. Of all the EMTs that would come to my rescue; Babyface was the tenant in my APT before I moved in. I live way uptown in Washington Heights… the clinic i was at in Chelsea; about 8 miles downtown (173 blocks). What is the chance that I would get this guy?
Funny thing is… I went into the ER with respiratory problems. When I moved into this APT last March…. There was an oxygen tank still in the APT. I still have it.
