So here's what happened.
Well, I stayed up until about 11 this morning trying to figure out a ride, because people kept telling me that I might be able to get one and then not calling me and then telling me they couldn't when I called them back. So I decided I would just take the bus, hung up the phone, and then it rang again and Jo asked if I wanted her to take me. It was funny, because at that moment I was contemplating getting out of bed and seeing if she would be willing to take me.
So, we went. It was horrible. It was physically a lot more painful than last time, and I was so uncomfortable.
A little background on my state at the time: I was running on two hours of sleep, I was feeling panicky, and I was really dehydrated.
So, the worst part is over (yes, the worst part. Even considering what came next, it was the worst part.), she did the pap smear, the feeling around, the breast exam, the whole thing. She casually informs me that I'll probably bleed a little. Great. She then leaves so I can get dressed, get my shots and get the fuck out of there.
Eventually the nurse comes back in, I hop back up on the table, she does the birth control in the left arm - it hurts, but I'm used to it. She moves over to the other side and takes this... weird syringe. It was as if it was pre-packaged by the Gardasil people - the syringe was made of really thick plastic and it was a lot larger than normal, plus it had this weird green trigger-style mechanism. She was as nice as she could be, but it really hurt. The worst part was when I heard a loud popping click and then she pulled the needle out. I bled kind of a lot for just a shot, she gave me a band-aid, and then I nearly passed out.
I got extremely light headed and my vision got really weird - I've never fainted before, but I'm betting that's what happens right before you do. The nurse made me lay down and drink something and she checked my blood pressure a few times. It took 10 minutes of recovery, assuring her I felt better (I did, a little. Not nearly as much as I said, though - I knew that I needed sleep and food and to get the hell out of there. And a cigarette, but that was less 'need' and more 'feel like I need'. None of which I would have gotten if I had stayed) and that I wasn't driving for her to let me leave. I get out to the waiting room, Jo is cheerful and happy to be going. The snow has piled up a lot, though, but Jo was willing to take care of it all while I smoked. It made me feel better, sort of, but I still needed everything I did before, plus warmth. It was way too cold out there.
So, we finally actually leave. What should be an easy 10 minute drive became a frustrating 35 minute drive because of the traffic and also because the other people on the road were acting as if they had never driven on snow before. They didn't know how their brakes worked on slippery roads, their turns were too sharp, and they insisted on going 10mph on large, busy streets. Ugh.
So, I got home, got in, laid down, had food, spent a few hours with Andrew and then passed out on the couch, then moved to the bed. I got up around 11:45 with my arms aching beyond belief. I haven't really looked at them yet, I'm nervous about just how bruised they are.
So, that was my day.
So, we went. It was horrible. It was physically a lot more painful than last time, and I was so uncomfortable.
A little background on my state at the time: I was running on two hours of sleep, I was feeling panicky, and I was really dehydrated.
So, the worst part is over (yes, the worst part. Even considering what came next, it was the worst part.), she did the pap smear, the feeling around, the breast exam, the whole thing. She casually informs me that I'll probably bleed a little. Great. She then leaves so I can get dressed, get my shots and get the fuck out of there.
Eventually the nurse comes back in, I hop back up on the table, she does the birth control in the left arm - it hurts, but I'm used to it. She moves over to the other side and takes this... weird syringe. It was as if it was pre-packaged by the Gardasil people - the syringe was made of really thick plastic and it was a lot larger than normal, plus it had this weird green trigger-style mechanism. She was as nice as she could be, but it really hurt. The worst part was when I heard a loud popping click and then she pulled the needle out. I bled kind of a lot for just a shot, she gave me a band-aid, and then I nearly passed out.
I got extremely light headed and my vision got really weird - I've never fainted before, but I'm betting that's what happens right before you do. The nurse made me lay down and drink something and she checked my blood pressure a few times. It took 10 minutes of recovery, assuring her I felt better (I did, a little. Not nearly as much as I said, though - I knew that I needed sleep and food and to get the hell out of there. And a cigarette, but that was less 'need' and more 'feel like I need'. None of which I would have gotten if I had stayed) and that I wasn't driving for her to let me leave. I get out to the waiting room, Jo is cheerful and happy to be going. The snow has piled up a lot, though, but Jo was willing to take care of it all while I smoked. It made me feel better, sort of, but I still needed everything I did before, plus warmth. It was way too cold out there.
So, we finally actually leave. What should be an easy 10 minute drive became a frustrating 35 minute drive because of the traffic and also because the other people on the road were acting as if they had never driven on snow before. They didn't know how their brakes worked on slippery roads, their turns were too sharp, and they insisted on going 10mph on large, busy streets. Ugh.
So, I got home, got in, laid down, had food, spent a few hours with Andrew and then passed out on the couch, then moved to the bed. I got up around 11:45 with my arms aching beyond belief. I haven't really looked at them yet, I'm nervous about just how bruised they are.
So, that was my day.