Okay... it wasn't in the ER... but when I was having the second surgery on my wrist one of my teachers was on the other side of the curtain while I was getting prepped for surgery. His son was also getting prepped. He told me that I had a test the day I returned to school, just a few minutes before they rolled me away to be put under. I remembered nothing of the conversation and was not in any way prepared for the test. The barstard made me take the darned test, and I failed it miserably. He did not let me retake it, and the test really hurt me. Now... this was band class, and we had a test every quarter on composers from history, and they were worth quite a bit of points. And, I could not play my instrument (the trumpet) because my arm was in a cast that went just below my shoulder... the barstard gave me a C in the class that semester.
The only time that I have really been in the ER was for when I was climbing a fence, to get out of my friends house becuase their father came home and they were no allowed to have friends over when they were not home and broke my growth plate in my wrist and fractured two other bones, and tore a ligament and some cartilage... 3 surgeries, 5 casts, and 3 summers of my life ruined later, I am all better!
Kurt