Jeudi à l'hôpital
More bout me...
As much I really hate this damn thing, it is honestly a good outlet--but I digress
ACHTUNG! THIS IS NOT FOR THE EASILY GROSSED OUT. ALL OTHERS, READ ON...
So Ive been having acute pains for the past couple of months in my lower side but never really thought too much of it--always figured it was a result of hard partying. But the other day, it got to be unbearable. I was sweating,panting and feeling extremely nauseous from the intense pain Thursday, so I gave in and called the doctor.
He couldn't figure me out so sent me to the ER. After several X-Ray and a urine sample, I was sent to give blood. Now, I don't know when it happened, but I realized then I hate needles. The nurse, trying to be nice, was making conversation about where I live, go to school and all that jazz...AS THE NEEDLE WAS GOING INTO MY ARM and taking out my blood! The whole process didnt hurt at all, but by the end of the ordeal, my palms were like leaky faucets, dreanched in sweat.
Well the results came back and they couldnt find anything wrong--the doctor then proceeded to tell me that he thinks I'm just constipated. Gross yes! I guess my diet hasnt been up to par lately and thus I've been backed up like a Turkish sewer system. He prescribed some medicine for my little colon and I'm scheduled for a cleansing...intense!
So to everyone who reads this I'm glad that you have been able to share such an intimate chapter with me...Next topic. Childbirth! hahah
As much I really hate this damn thing, it is honestly a good outlet--but I digress
ACHTUNG! THIS IS NOT FOR THE EASILY GROSSED OUT. ALL OTHERS, READ ON...
So Ive been having acute pains for the past couple of months in my lower side but never really thought too much of it--always figured it was a result of hard partying. But the other day, it got to be unbearable. I was sweating,panting and feeling extremely nauseous from the intense pain Thursday, so I gave in and called the doctor.
He couldn't figure me out so sent me to the ER. After several X-Ray and a urine sample, I was sent to give blood. Now, I don't know when it happened, but I realized then I hate needles. The nurse, trying to be nice, was making conversation about where I live, go to school and all that jazz...AS THE NEEDLE WAS GOING INTO MY ARM and taking out my blood! The whole process didnt hurt at all, but by the end of the ordeal, my palms were like leaky faucets, dreanched in sweat.
Well the results came back and they couldnt find anything wrong--the doctor then proceeded to tell me that he thinks I'm just constipated. Gross yes! I guess my diet hasnt been up to par lately and thus I've been backed up like a Turkish sewer system. He prescribed some medicine for my little colon and I'm scheduled for a cleansing...intense!
So to everyone who reads this I'm glad that you have been able to share such an intimate chapter with me...Next topic. Childbirth! hahah