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A friend of mine was recently waiting for the car at a parking garage, at Tenth and Market Streets. That's two blocks away from Jefferson Hospital, four blocks from Pennsylvania Hospital, five blocks from Hahnemann Hospital. Suddenly, there was vomiting -- of pure blood. The parking attendants offered to call an ambulance, the driver of the car offered to go to Jefferson Hospital, but the answer was no, take me home. The home was twenty miles away, so that's what is called denial.
Rested up, by the next morning, the doctor on the phone advised going to Lankenau Hospital, eight or ten miles from home. It took four hours to be seen, but then the response was prompt: transfusion of five pints of blood, diagnosis, bleeding ulcer.