my hand hurts
SO! Today was an okay day. I didn't go to school because I had to go take a test at the hospital. I was very worried.
I couldn't eat all morning because of the test. I couldn't drink water! I was very thirsty.
They made me change into the stupid hospital gown, but they let me keep my jeans. Kinda weird but that was nice. The slipper sock things they gave me were kinda nice. Actually, I'm still wearing them. ^ ^;;
Luckily, I had a really nice nurse. These nurses were a LOT nicer than the nurses at the other hospital. A LOT. So, she puts the IV into my hand. It was weird, I thought it was supposed to go into the arm....but it was okay. The IV was probably the worst part, and it wasn't bad.
They made me wait for a long time before the test. I was a bit nervous because seriously, they were going to put a camera thing down my throat and into my stomach. Really, though....I wasn't very nervous about it. Maybe because I was tired?
When they took me to the room, the people were all nice and talked to me. I mentioned that I was in band, so they kept talking about that. This guy...the anastisiologist (kill me for the spelling @__@ ) reminded me of Mr. Steve. He said he went to SHHS too, which was kind of weird. It was back when high schools started at 10th grade. He also went to Mott, but it had a different name. He was pretty cool. He made me hum Host of Freedom (band song) and acted all impressed. Yeah, rambling now.
After they gave me the sleepy stuff, I went to sleep. What a concept. When I woke up, I was all confused. I was in the "recovery bay," and my mom was just kinda sitting there reading. After the stuff wore off a bit and I was more awake, they got my glasses for me (almost lost them!) and let me change and go. Then I went home and....ate, watched the Animatrix (my dad recorded over the MATRIX!) and slept.
Now I'm wondering why I bothered to get my homework from school....too tired to do it. Anyway, that's the end of my....um, story. Kay.
I couldn't eat all morning because of the test. I couldn't drink water! I was very thirsty.
They made me change into the stupid hospital gown, but they let me keep my jeans. Kinda weird but that was nice. The slipper sock things they gave me were kinda nice. Actually, I'm still wearing them. ^ ^;;
Luckily, I had a really nice nurse. These nurses were a LOT nicer than the nurses at the other hospital. A LOT. So, she puts the IV into my hand. It was weird, I thought it was supposed to go into the arm....but it was okay. The IV was probably the worst part, and it wasn't bad.
They made me wait for a long time before the test. I was a bit nervous because seriously, they were going to put a camera thing down my throat and into my stomach. Really, though....I wasn't very nervous about it. Maybe because I was tired?
When they took me to the room, the people were all nice and talked to me. I mentioned that I was in band, so they kept talking about that. This guy...the anastisiologist (kill me for the spelling @__@ ) reminded me of Mr. Steve. He said he went to SHHS too, which was kind of weird. It was back when high schools started at 10th grade. He also went to Mott, but it had a different name. He was pretty cool. He made me hum Host of Freedom (band song) and acted all impressed. Yeah, rambling now.
After they gave me the sleepy stuff, I went to sleep. What a concept. When I woke up, I was all confused. I was in the "recovery bay," and my mom was just kinda sitting there reading. After the stuff wore off a bit and I was more awake, they got my glasses for me (almost lost them!) and let me change and go. Then I went home and....ate, watched the Animatrix (my dad recorded over the MATRIX!) and slept.
Now I'm wondering why I bothered to get my homework from school....too tired to do it. Anyway, that's the end of my....um, story. Kay.