ER
Being in the hospital for more than a few hours is just unbearable to begin with, but actually being in the ER for 7 hours is the most boring, lamest experience ever.
Something has been wrong with me for a week now. Not to go in the gory details, but it had to deal with my digestive tract and intestines and all that. So I went to the doctor yesterday. He said it was a mystery and wanted me to go to the emergency room and get a bunch of tests. At this point, not a big deal, I'm like whatever. So David and I go there..I get a room..change into the ridiculous gown..lay there..give me my IV (hated it)..and sat there..and waited. Took a shit ton of my blood. Got xrays. Then they tell me I need a cat scan. Marvelous. They make me drink a ton of this red juice to dye my insides and at this point are draining a whole bag of IV shit in me so I had to pee 87 times. Literally. TWO hours later, I get my cat scan. Scary shit bc David couldn't come. This guy wheels me into a room and just sits me there and leaves me with all this scary equipment. I cry. Its cold and I'm alone. So then, a lady comes in..puts me on the table thing..and tells me she is going to put some crazy shit in my IV that will make me feel warm all over and may make me feel like I'm pissing myself. Then the machine starts doing its thing. The IV juice made me feel like I was going to suffocate from the inside out and then it was done. Then I went back to my room and waited, waited, and waited. Dad came. Then the doctor came in and told me that everything was fine with my tests and that now I need a colonoscopy or something like that. Which means more money and more time.
The worst thing about all of this is that I missed my work Christmas party. I missed hanging and drinking with friends. And I missed the awards that they gave out. I won an award for "the coolest shoes ever." Dad accepted it for me, haha.
On the other hand, David and I got a new kitty. His name is Jacques. He's so cuddly..and cute. But BiBi and him hate each other but oh well. I love them both.
Annnd David and I are gonna get new tattoos for Christmas. I'm excited. I'm getting one on my side, I am only worried about it being distorted if I ever have babies. Pictures will come.
Most importantly, I miss Jess Gemple. Texas can suck it. There are times when I am alone or even out somewhere and I just need her. I was so used to having her around everyday and if I needed her or she needed me, we were only an hour or two at most away from each other. I wish life was different sometimes.
Anywaaaaaaaaaay, that was my story.
Something has been wrong with me for a week now. Not to go in the gory details, but it had to deal with my digestive tract and intestines and all that. So I went to the doctor yesterday. He said it was a mystery and wanted me to go to the emergency room and get a bunch of tests. At this point, not a big deal, I'm like whatever. So David and I go there..I get a room..change into the ridiculous gown..lay there..give me my IV (hated it)..and sat there..and waited. Took a shit ton of my blood. Got xrays. Then they tell me I need a cat scan. Marvelous. They make me drink a ton of this red juice to dye my insides and at this point are draining a whole bag of IV shit in me so I had to pee 87 times. Literally. TWO hours later, I get my cat scan. Scary shit bc David couldn't come. This guy wheels me into a room and just sits me there and leaves me with all this scary equipment. I cry. Its cold and I'm alone. So then, a lady comes in..puts me on the table thing..and tells me she is going to put some crazy shit in my IV that will make me feel warm all over and may make me feel like I'm pissing myself. Then the machine starts doing its thing. The IV juice made me feel like I was going to suffocate from the inside out and then it was done. Then I went back to my room and waited, waited, and waited. Dad came. Then the doctor came in and told me that everything was fine with my tests and that now I need a colonoscopy or something like that. Which means more money and more time.
The worst thing about all of this is that I missed my work Christmas party. I missed hanging and drinking with friends. And I missed the awards that they gave out. I won an award for "the coolest shoes ever." Dad accepted it for me, haha.
On the other hand, David and I got a new kitty. His name is Jacques. He's so cuddly..and cute. But BiBi and him hate each other but oh well. I love them both.
Annnd David and I are gonna get new tattoos for Christmas. I'm excited. I'm getting one on my side, I am only worried about it being distorted if I ever have babies. Pictures will come.
Most importantly, I miss Jess Gemple. Texas can suck it. There are times when I am alone or even out somewhere and I just need her. I was so used to having her around everyday and if I needed her or she needed me, we were only an hour or two at most away from each other. I wish life was different sometimes.
Anywaaaaaaaaaay, that was my story.