I go to the ER sort of a lot. I used to work with this woman, Rosalba, who also went to the ER a lot -- she said she once went two times in one week, one particularly bad week in which she had abdominal pain on Tuesday and fell and broke her tail bone on Friday. We were both so embarrassed for ourselves (but kind to each other) at being that type of person. It was surprising to me that she'd ever feel embarrassed by anything. She was so charming it was probably a pleasure to take her blood pressure. I have a good friend who also goes a lot, as the method of being admitted to the hospital for her condition. I just finished reading a biography about Edie Sedgewick, who actually seemed to like Emergency Rooms, hospitals and damaging procedures performed on her under the guise of masculine professional help. I think Sedgewick was into it for the pills, but also, maybe, the comfort of knowing you're being watched over, even if it's only by strangers. W...