I left a medical office for the first time on Monday.

I didn’t have to go to the hospital because I had a new doctor in South Florida.

I wasn’t told I would need an appointment.

I could go to my regular doctor and get an appointment with a colleague, or I could call and ask for a referral.

It wasn’t an emergency.

My new doctor told me she didn’t know anything about me and had no idea I was sick.

I was on a waiting list for an appointment, and I wanted to be ready.

I also didn’t want to be a burden to my family.

I don’t think I’ve ever had a doctor call me and say, “Oh, I just saw your family today.”

But, that day, I got an unexpected phone call from my new doctor, who said, “It’s been a while, and we’re here for a visit.

Is there anything you need?”

I said, yes.

I wanted him to know that I didn, too.

When I returned to work on Monday, I found out I had pneumonia and a fever.

I got pneumonia, too, but that’s why I’m on a wait list.

The doctor was a little nervous, but I was confident.

I said that was fine, I’d come back.

But I was surprised when I found that I had been referred to another doctor.

I asked what happened, and the doctor said, We’ll see what happens.

I started to get scared.

The first week I was in the ER, I didn- I felt like I was going to faint.

I couldn’t move my body, and my pulse went up and down, and sometimes I couldn- could not breathe.

When we did an ultrasound, it looked like I had multiple organs and muscles.

We had to do surgery on my heart.

I went to my doctor the next day and was told, “I’m not going to get a referral.”

I was a bit scared, and he said, Well, if you don’t want it, then you can leave.

“I said okay.

I’ve always been a nurse.

I always wanted to do that.

But, the next week, I went back to work, and then, the following week, my doctor said that she didn- she didn t know me.

He said, My family doesn’t know me either.

She called me back, and she said, No, I’m sorry, but you’re not going anywhere.

She told me that she had a very complicated medical situation, and that I would have to find someone else to help me.

I had to wait for another referral, and by the time I got that call, I was told that my family didn’t care.

I still had no clue why my doctor left, but now, I know I had no choice.

It was very, very hard.

I knew that I wasn- I couldn t be that upset.

I’m a nurse, and a nurse has to make a choice.

And, that’s what I did.

I made my choice, and after my initial appointment, I waited another two days, then, I called my doctor again.

I told her that I was okay, that I wanted out.

I think I said something to her, but she just said, You’ve been doing well, and you know you need to come home.

She said, I’ll call you back, but just be sure you come home before then.

I came home.

I have pneumonia.

I did an MRI and the doctors diagnosis is myocarditis.

Myocarditis is when I have a heart attack and can’t breathe.

I know it’s pneumonia, but they said I could die.

I can’t be with my family, but if they have to leave me, then they’ll leave me.

They said they would just call me, but when they got to the office, I felt bad about that.

I took a few steps toward the door, and just stood there, and kept going.

I sat on the couch, and looked out the window, and it was just too dark.

I thought, No.

I’ll just go home.

It took me about an hour to get home, and when I got there, I thought I had lost my mind.

I ran outside and my phone rang.

It’s my doctor.

She’s in tears.

I just said I can go home, but this isn’t right.

I called the emergency room, and they said, Oh, I’ve been diagnosed with pneumonia.

They asked me, I need to see a doctor.

And I said yes, but what should I do?

They said, There’s a doctor who’ll go get you.

So, I came in and I called him, and his wife came in, and their son came in.

I finally got in a room with my doctor, and at that point, it just hit me