Some Hospital Emergency Room Thoughts

Yes, I am old. I had a situation yesterday morning while alone, when I suddenly had a massive chest pain, and for a few seconds though I might be taking the big trip. If so, hopefully it would have been up, not down!
So, I had a restful day - heck, I couldn't even blog the pain was so great. I tried, but had to use one hand to support my body at the desk. Once the Missus came home, I was able to go to the Emergency Room to get checked out - this is free here in Canada - eat your heart out, US residents!! So, I was plugged into a monitoring TV screen thingy, a computer, that's what it was, hehehe, and fed oxygen, and they took several EKG readings over a period of a few hours.
And I swear to God, that while I was hooked up, I was looking over at some chick who was using a computer at a desk across the other side of the room, and I was thinking 'she must be really skinny to be able to wear a horizontally striped sweater without it making her look fat, her arms are skinny too, gotta love that'.
Now, this thought immediately went to what it would be like to have sex with her, but, that thought is never surprising to me, as whenever I look at any woman, I think that very same thought, young old, fat, thin, ...always.
Now, another thing I was thinking, once the Missus arrived, was whether it would be possible to have some quiet sex by pulling the curtain around the bed I was on. (With the Missus, not the skinny arm chick......hmm, on the other hand, threesome comes to mind, I have never done that, and the hospital might have been just the place. Remember, these are thoughts only, I never actually have the courage to do any of the stuff I think about.) Then I dismissed the idea, because it might tangle up the wiring I had all around and attached to little sticky tab things all over me. But, again I did some more thinking, it would be interesting to see the increase in blood pressure and pulse rate while the act was being perpetrated, although maybe it might trigger some kind of 'oh my God' alarm at the nurses station. Anyway, I resisted the temptation, not that there was enough arousal anyway, especially with some old lady audibly praying in the next bed. The Missus wouldn't have gone for it anyway, too darn conservative, thinks I am a pervert. Hmm, probably correct. Anyway, in this case I can understand it, as, after all, she might need treatment at the same hospital at some time! But, we are talking about thoughts here, not reality.
Another thing I was thinking of while I was laying there, was about what it would be like to have a pacemaker fitted, then stand beside a microwave oven while watching the monitor. Hmmm, my thinking right now is that the experimentation might not be worth dying for. On the other hand, I have always wondered what it would be like to die in a rapidly descending disabled aircraft, and how interesting it would be to see how the other people on board react to the certainty of the impending doom. But that doesn't mean to say that I would choose to try it!
Oh, and the tests came out OK. Muscle strain or arthritis of the chest joints.