My friend from Metula once described an ambulance ride to the hospital .  The bumps were unbelievable and she arrived in much worse shape than she left her sickbed.  

And I laughed.  In Tel Aviv, I said, it wasn’t possible.  We have good ambulances and good roads,  But at 5 a.m. when I woke Ezi up to call the emergency doctors, and they stuck me in an ambulance, I felt every bump in the road as if I was being beat up.  I kept looking at the back door that had the pictures of two kidnapped ambulance drivers and I kept saying – their situation, if they are alive, is much worse.  I have nothing to complain about.  

By the time we got to the hospital, nothing hurt me.

So – I got diagnosed with a UTI, got some intravenous antibiotics, and went home.

It was my first time in an ambulance, and I would have believed that it was only Israel that has bumpy rides like that had not a friend in Boston told me of his heart attack rush the week before.