After about 15 minutes, an ambulance indeed stopped in front of our house. Three paramedics got out (when they DO come, they come with an army apparently). Two middle-aged male paramedics and a younger female one. One of the two guys was so impressive that my son hid under the table. The guy was so tall he almost hit the ceiling. Combine that with his massive stature and his long beard, he sure knew how to make an entrance, but he was so sweet. He reminded me very much of Harry Potter's Hagrid.
All the interviews started again, they rang to the ER and after a long conversation (which felt like a negotiation) they agreed to take me in to the hospital. Now my house isn't really fit to ride a stretcher with someone on through, so they decided I had to walk. I cringed and told them I can't. "Sure you can" they said as they helped me up. Hagrid then turned around, put his hands backwards and told me to hold his hands. This way we moved step by step towards the ambulance, which was waiting in front of my house, just like the entire neighborhood. You never see them, but put an ambulance in to the equation and it's like new year's eve. But I guess that is understandable.
Then I had to climb in to the ambulance, which I did with all the strength I had left in my arms. Finally I was put on to the stretcher and the girl-paramedic strapped me in. Hagrid started the ambulance and the other male asked me "Do you like music René?" I replied "I sure do" and we had a mobile dance party on the road to the hospital. Disregarding my current situation that was the most fun I had had in ages. After a trip that (knowing the city) took way longer than you would expected, and after the girl checked my sugar levels etc, which were all fine, we arrived at the hospital where the three musketeers rolled me in to the familiar ER again.
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