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The pain in my stomach and radiating up into my chest is excruciating. As I press my lifeline button, I tell my wife that I may not be here much longer if I don't get help quick! A friendly voice on the other end responds, "Help is on the way."
The paramedics arrive and load me into the ambulance while the pain continues. "BP is one-fifty over ninety and temperature is 103.2," I hear the ambulance attendant radio in. His voice fades and my thoughts turn inward.
Infections, pain, falls, sores that won't heal, glucose levels over 450, now what?
