Its not that

Heading towards the local college’s freshman dorms, the MDT updates our call. “19/F CHEST PAIN/NOT BREATHING NORMAL”

Slimm’s sigh is audible over the siren.

“What’s going on?” I ask as we walk in the room. The person who looks like she could be the reason for the 911 call is sobbing uncontrollably into a pillow on a small sofa.

“Her boyfriend dumped her. I think she might be having a heart attack.” comes the reply from the overly concerned roommate.

The newly-single patient is simply inconsolable.

“She really needs to go to the hospital.” says roommate. “She might have that taco-subo heart problem.

“Yeah, its not that.”



  1. I have to say I don’t miss weekend calls at the local colleges. When I went to school we could hold our booze and didn’t have to call an ambulance every time someone chipped a nail or had a split end.

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