Seriously, though. The walk up to the desk immediately after the beeper in your pocket goes off--it is NOT good for one's longevity. The number of potential medical disasters I can personally imagine in the time it takes to walk 100 yards astonishes even me.
When I got back to my chair, I had to do deep breathing, Lamaze breathing, count sheep, count ceiling tiles, and engage in several other remedial measures (I was considering pushups and interval training around the hospital grounds) before the five hundred thousand molecules of adrenalin finally made their way out of my aortas.
Better now, and so happy it's going so well for this long!
Oh, God of Light and Love, thank you for taking care of my boy.
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