When I got to the ER the Doctor asked me, “On a scale of 1-10 how bad is your pain right now?”
“10,” I said, and they gave me some drugs.
When the Paramedics put me in the ambulance to another hospital they asked me the same thing.
“Still an 8,” I told them, and they assured me we’d be there soon.
When I was admitted to the hospital the Nurse asked me too.
“Back up to 9!” I said, and then they gave me some more drugs, and tucked me in a bed, and handed me a tv remote, and let me order anything I wanted off room service. I got cream of wheat with brown sugar.
“Pain now?” the Nurse checked back in later.
“Maybe 3 or 4,” I said.
“Wonderful!”
“Thank you for asking, by the way.”
“It’s my job to.”
“Well, this is a good system. I’ve always felt people don’t care about my pain as much as they should.”
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