So.
Today I had my first MRI.
I didn't know it was going to happen. It just...kind of did. For the last five days or so I've had a little pain in my belly. It comes and goes but it's sharp, and it gets better when I eat, sometimes. The theatre's doctor isn't sure what to make of it, so he ordered MRIs and sent me to a specialist.
This is, without a doubt, the worst day I've had while in Kentucky. Not knowing what the day would bring, I didn't eat or drink anything before going to the doctors, save for three blueberries and a cup of orange tea. Before you get an MRI you're supposed to be well hydrated so your veins are big enough to inject the dye. I wasn't well hydrated, the room was cold *and* my veins are tiny. So even using one of the smallest gauged needles, it took three women nearly half an hour to give me my IV. They failed in two attempts and ended up giving me the IV in my wrist. I screamed with pain when they tried to pump a bit of water into one vein to get it to work, and I cried. A lot. I was stressed, okay. And scared, and all alone for this and terrified the entire time that something inside me may be very wrong. I wanted my girlfriend and I wanted my mother. I still do. But they're both out of state, and I'm here.
So.
I have two articles to write up for the paper tonight, and a rehearsal in the morning.
And, I'm out of toilet paper.
I didn't know it was going to happen. It just...kind of did. For the last five days or so I've had a little pain in my belly. It comes and goes but it's sharp, and it gets better when I eat, sometimes. The theatre's doctor isn't sure what to make of it, so he ordered MRIs and sent me to a specialist.
This is, without a doubt, the worst day I've had while in Kentucky. Not knowing what the day would bring, I didn't eat or drink anything before going to the doctors, save for three blueberries and a cup of orange tea. Before you get an MRI you're supposed to be well hydrated so your veins are big enough to inject the dye. I wasn't well hydrated, the room was cold *and* my veins are tiny. So even using one of the smallest gauged needles, it took three women nearly half an hour to give me my IV. They failed in two attempts and ended up giving me the IV in my wrist. I screamed with pain when they tried to pump a bit of water into one vein to get it to work, and I cried. A lot. I was stressed, okay. And scared, and all alone for this and terrified the entire time that something inside me may be very wrong. I wanted my girlfriend and I wanted my mother. I still do. But they're both out of state, and I'm here.
So.
I have two articles to write up for the paper tonight, and a rehearsal in the morning.
And, I'm out of toilet paper.