An Afternoon In The Mayo Clinic ER

I was supposed to spend the day cheering on my Arizona Diamondbacks. Instead, I was in the Mayo Clinic ER for chest pains and fainting.

There is nothing that can be construed as elegant when you are in the hospital for any reason. There’s the fashionable gown you wear that, despite your best efforts to tie it all together, you give any interested party a peep show starting at the back of your neck to the small of your back to your two biscuits (or, in my case, loaves). There’s your mask, which only adds to claustrophobic feeling as you get poked and prodded. There’s the…