That's my sister. Not me. She spent Christmas Eve and the early hours of Christmas on a hospital bed, with an intravenous needle attached to her left hand. My parents and (my furious--another story regarding insensitive doctors at the first ER) brother were with her. Nards and I were twiddling our thumbs at the house waiting for updates, watching the first season of Six Feet Under.
I'm happy to say that it was nothing serious. They got back home at 5AM, and after everyone had a couple of hours of sleep, it was back to normal.
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