It's already Wednesday... Holy cow.
This week has, so far, FLOWN by for me. Maybe because I haven't been at work much?
I had my MRI on Monday, which Tiffany very graciously took me to. And boy, what a day that was for me. I was already cranky from not being able to eat or drink all day (my MRI was at 1430, and I need anesthesia for it, so nothing to eat or drink from midnight the night before until after it's over), and then all the nurses seemed confused about the procedure. The nurse who took care of me when they finally took me back was really nice, but was just filling in for the usual MRI nurse. The she admitted to me that she hated doing IVs... just before she got ready to stick me. She had to stick me twice. Luckily, I am very used to needles. Finally, after a lot of hubbub (anesthesia nurse, anesthesia doctor, signing the consent form, pump not working, etc.), I finally go in for my MRI. Insert dream sequence here, because I don't remember anything from 1500 to 1715.
I wake up to the sound of the nurse's voice, asking me if I'm okay, and Tiffany's voice, telling me it is okay... because apparently I am crying. I think I'm actually sobbing. I don't know why, but anesthesia does that sometimes. At this point, I still refuse to open my eyes. Then I believe I hear the nurse say, "The locker that you had a key to doesn't have any of your stuff in it... something something... lost your clothes... something something... Can't send you home naked!" "WTF??" is what I'm thinking. But then they apparently locate my stuff, which includes a purse that is NOT MINE... and later when I get home, I find a mysterious watch in my purse. How it got in there, neither I nor Tiffany knows. As I am sort of waking up, the nurse asks me how I'm feeling, and I think I mumble, "Hungry..." I must've said that, because when I finally opened my eyes, there were all these beverages and packs of saltines and graham crackers on my table. The first thing I actually very distinctly remember doing is opening my eyes and CRAMMING graham crackers into my mouth. When we finally leave there, Tiff takes me to my parents' house, where I laid on the floor and did not wake up for another 3.5 hours. Sweet.
Yesterday, I spent the morning at a jobsite out in Warrenton, VA... a.k.a. the middle of NOWHERE. It was far as hell, but at least it made the day go by faster.
Today? Well, today I need to catch up. So I guess I should stop playing on LJ, huh?
© 2006
I had my MRI on Monday, which Tiffany very graciously took me to. And boy, what a day that was for me. I was already cranky from not being able to eat or drink all day (my MRI was at 1430, and I need anesthesia for it, so nothing to eat or drink from midnight the night before until after it's over), and then all the nurses seemed confused about the procedure. The nurse who took care of me when they finally took me back was really nice, but was just filling in for the usual MRI nurse. The she admitted to me that she hated doing IVs... just before she got ready to stick me. She had to stick me twice. Luckily, I am very used to needles. Finally, after a lot of hubbub (anesthesia nurse, anesthesia doctor, signing the consent form, pump not working, etc.), I finally go in for my MRI. Insert dream sequence here, because I don't remember anything from 1500 to 1715.
I wake up to the sound of the nurse's voice, asking me if I'm okay, and Tiffany's voice, telling me it is okay... because apparently I am crying. I think I'm actually sobbing. I don't know why, but anesthesia does that sometimes. At this point, I still refuse to open my eyes. Then I believe I hear the nurse say, "The locker that you had a key to doesn't have any of your stuff in it... something something... lost your clothes... something something... Can't send you home naked!" "WTF??" is what I'm thinking. But then they apparently locate my stuff, which includes a purse that is NOT MINE... and later when I get home, I find a mysterious watch in my purse. How it got in there, neither I nor Tiffany knows. As I am sort of waking up, the nurse asks me how I'm feeling, and I think I mumble, "Hungry..." I must've said that, because when I finally opened my eyes, there were all these beverages and packs of saltines and graham crackers on my table. The first thing I actually very distinctly remember doing is opening my eyes and CRAMMING graham crackers into my mouth. When we finally leave there, Tiff takes me to my parents' house, where I laid on the floor and did not wake up for another 3.5 hours. Sweet.
Yesterday, I spent the morning at a jobsite out in Warrenton, VA... a.k.a. the middle of NOWHERE. It was far as hell, but at least it made the day go by faster.
Today? Well, today I need to catch up. So I guess I should stop playing on LJ, huh?
© 2006