This time I was only playing tennis. Snapped the Achilles, made a loud popping sound. My tennis partner was nice enough to pick me up off the court and drive me to the ER. I kid you not when I showed up all they asked was my name and date of birth and told me to take a seat. No insurance card no other information. "We have everything on file" they said. I wonder if they have a frequent flyer program?
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