Little Miracles

I'm a lucky girl.
I know you all may not agree seeing as I was clinging to life last week with two embolisms and a sinking white cell count, but luck is all in the small miracles.
Here is my most recent one.
For some reason I didn't quiet understand, I received an EKG in the ER.
At the time I was so confused.
I figured I had been labeled a "dyer" and all the bases were getting covered.
I had been placed in the pediatric "code" room.
The staff at the ER knows me now.
I got another EKG later, and the doc came in asking me where my chest pain was, to which I pointed to the bases of both my lungs (on my back, not my chest), because I had no idea what he was talking about.
What I had forgotten, and remembered when the "chest pain" symptom showed up on my discharge paperwork, was that somewhere in my crazed, hazed illness on the way to the emergency room at dartmouth, I got it in my mind that I was not sick enough to get a room right away.
I decided that if there was any hesitancy in getting me treated, I was pulling the chest pain card.
When I showed up and the waiting room was full, "chest pain" came out right along with "shortness of breath," just in case they wanted to make me wait.
I never had any chest pain!
I was being delirious. I take tons of morphine daily. I feel, essentially, nothing.
Except, thankfully, my blurting out those two words lead the ER staff to find my embolisms, which probably would have remained undetected had that craziness not gotten into my head and eventually killed me.
Thank God for little miracles and try to remember how lucky you are today.
I know I am.
Thanks for all the love and prayers.