Band is Dangerous

My weekend went something like this:

From there I lay, tightly bound, in the ER hallway for another 50 minutes. I didn't mind waiting, I felt like my condition was very stable. I also felt like this was all a little goofy, but I'm not a doctor and I trust they know what they're doing-- they would take care of me.

People in scrubs came by occasionally over the next hour to ask questions. They finally decided I was fine, and let me go. I walked calmly out of the hospital and back to the stadium, where I rejoined the band.
Totally true story.

I still can't believe I took my first ambulance ride with a pocketful of music. The worst part of the whole deal (way worse than the dull pain) was when the authorities asked for a friend's number to call-- someone to pick me up and monitor me for the rest of the night.
There was noone nearby.

I've often thought that I could go missing around here and it would take a full week before anyone noticed. Sometimes I wonder what the hell I am doing.