I might be about done for the day
Just got back from the doctor. Penny's trying to get me back upstairs and now she's being all eager and in-my-face and stuff. You've had your lunch and I don't smell like meat, so what do you want?: Do you need outside, maybe? Yes, apparently you do. Or want, anyway.
Heh, there's a dragonfly sitting on our telephone line again.
An;yway, the appointment started off well. Got there earlyish as suggested by the receptionist when I made the appointment, as it turned out (I wasn't sure what to make of the times I'd jotted down -- it was either an 11:15 appointment or get there by 11:15 to fill out the paperwork. Turned out to be an 11:15 appointment, so good thing I did come in earlier. Anyhow, I like the doctor. I'm sure I'll keep seeing him. Apparently I'm up to 136 pounds, which is 10-15 more than Id been holding at for the past few years. That's going off the meds for you. Anyway, he id give me a prescription, which was the main point as far as I was concerned, and a check-up too.
Except he said I should have my blood drawn to check for liver problems and stuff. I don't like my skin being broken for any reason. I also don't like sudden thngs. And of course I don't like pain.THerefore, one can conclude that I really, really don't like needles.
Well, I thought I was doing well during the process. Didn't twitch at all. One prick and the nurse said that that was it, except I could feel the pressure in my arm so I knew she wouldn't appreciate it i I got up or flexed my arm or anything. So I sat there and sat there and tried ineffectually to think about other things besides that intrusive pressure while also thinking about holding my arm quite still.
My guess is that all my nervousness and dread went straight to my stomach, because I was getting nauseous by the time the nurse started asking the needle for just a bit more, c'mon . . . . Finally she gave up, showed me a few mL of my own blood that had been abruptly removed from its home without so much as an excuse-me, and told me that the vein had dried up and she would have to poke me a second time. She changed her mind when I asked about where to puke and she noticed how pale my face was getting. There were little pings of cold going off all over my face and I could feel sweat around my hairline (which sounds like shock to me) as I fought back light-headedness and the discomfort in my stomach. (It probably didn't help that my stomach was feeling empty.)
I wound up sitting there for about fifteen mihutes, sipping a soda and getting myself back under control. I think the nurse was going to give me a voucher to get my blood drawn somewhere else at a later date, but if she did then it got turned in with the rest of the after-checkup paperwork.
Anyway, KJ jsut came home from her semester's last day (except she's going back in at 3 for extra credit . . .) so I'll end this here. Didn't have any more to say, anyhow, aside from noting that my semicolon key has been really touchy lately.
Heh, there's a dragonfly sitting on our telephone line again.
An;yway, the appointment started off well. Got there earlyish as suggested by the receptionist when I made the appointment, as it turned out (I wasn't sure what to make of the times I'd jotted down -- it was either an 11:15 appointment or get there by 11:15 to fill out the paperwork. Turned out to be an 11:15 appointment, so good thing I did come in earlier. Anyhow, I like the doctor. I'm sure I'll keep seeing him. Apparently I'm up to 136 pounds, which is 10-15 more than Id been holding at for the past few years. That's going off the meds for you. Anyway, he id give me a prescription, which was the main point as far as I was concerned, and a check-up too.
Except he said I should have my blood drawn to check for liver problems and stuff. I don't like my skin being broken for any reason. I also don't like sudden thngs. And of course I don't like pain.THerefore, one can conclude that I really, really don't like needles.
Well, I thought I was doing well during the process. Didn't twitch at all. One prick and the nurse said that that was it, except I could feel the pressure in my arm so I knew she wouldn't appreciate it i I got up or flexed my arm or anything. So I sat there and sat there and tried ineffectually to think about other things besides that intrusive pressure while also thinking about holding my arm quite still.
My guess is that all my nervousness and dread went straight to my stomach, because I was getting nauseous by the time the nurse started asking the needle for just a bit more, c'mon . . . . Finally she gave up, showed me a few mL of my own blood that had been abruptly removed from its home without so much as an excuse-me, and told me that the vein had dried up and she would have to poke me a second time. She changed her mind when I asked about where to puke and she noticed how pale my face was getting. There were little pings of cold going off all over my face and I could feel sweat around my hairline (which sounds like shock to me) as I fought back light-headedness and the discomfort in my stomach. (It probably didn't help that my stomach was feeling empty.)
I wound up sitting there for about fifteen mihutes, sipping a soda and getting myself back under control. I think the nurse was going to give me a voucher to get my blood drawn somewhere else at a later date, but if she did then it got turned in with the rest of the after-checkup paperwork.
Anyway, KJ jsut came home from her semester's last day (except she's going back in at 3 for extra credit . . .) so I'll end this here. Didn't have any more to say, anyhow, aside from noting that my semicolon key has been really touchy lately.