I work at a insurance company and an authorization was not on file for the patient who was like apparently in the waiting room “dying”, the doctor’s words, and if I didn’t magically make the authorization for the doctor to get paid for the visit the patient’s death was going to be my fault and their ghost/soul would find me and haunt me. Gulp.
I was in London and in my friends apartment. It was my first time and I the mattress were I crashed at was floating in the air while the windows outside looked like we were going light speed fast. I screamed my friends name so loud that when she saw me she started to bust out laughing. When I woke up my nails were broken from gripping the mattress so tightly. Never again.
- Kzcortezi "What It's Like Going To Bikram Yo..."