When it hit 200 bpm and stayed there well over an hour, and when my blood pressure began getting dangerously low, my “anyone but Hillary” partner phoned our physician. The doctor immediately got on the phone with me and said, “You have to go to the ER. Now.”
My response, “I’ll have to drive–you know he can’t drive yet because of his foot surgery.” The physician sugge
sted an ambulance.
I absolutely refused.
Naturally, still wearing my giant “S” on my chest, I also needed to shower and put on makeup and earrings before leaving the house.
I’m not a Texas woman for nothing.
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