
Who would have known I’d be in the emergency room on a random Tuesday just conveniently at 1:08am? Probably you. If you’ve been following me on this wild journey, then you know that I’m a frequent flyer at Abbott Northwestern Hospital. I hate to admit it but I know 90% of the cardiac team by first name and even manage to squeeze in impromptu coffee dates with some while picking up refills of my highly-priced medication.