Never ask 'what else?'

So the title of my last blog was 'What Else?' I would like to retract that statement...I don't want to know the answer. Yesterday, I was at work having a blast with my partner. Between her trying to combine the word 'fit' with the word 'tuck' and accidentally dropping the f-bomb on scene in front of a patient (don't worry, the patient was gorked, so she didn't notice), and my partner almost yelling at the entire county by talking into the radio mic instead of the P.A. mic on the ambulance while she was pretending to yell at the drivers that wouldn't pull to the right. It was a great shift. Then we ran a basic diabetic call. This guy's blood sugar was low, but he was awake, so we were watching him eat and patiently waiting for his blood sugar to raise. I started having what I thought was really bad heartburn. I wiggled around enough to tolerate it, but towards the end of the call I was just thinking "would this guy hurry up and get better already!" So, we finish that call, and go back to the station. That's when it hit. I couldn't sit still because the pain was so bad. My partner, watching me wiggle and rock in the office chair said "that's it, I'm sending you home." Well, after calling all the urgent cares and finding that they were all closed (convenient, huh), we decided (well, my partner and supervisor decided) that I needed to go to the ER. So, the ambulance went out of service until someone else showed up at the station, and my supervisor drove me to the ER....