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rubyredrose) wrote2004-03-01 05:20 pm
rubyredrose) wrote2004-03-01 05:20 pm
oh, craptastic day!
Letsee...I got up an hour early for a doctor's appointment...general physical, no biggie - right? I should just be an hour late for work.
Not so.
The thing is, I don't like needles. I really don't like 'em. And giving blood? Even worse. They don't like me either, apparently.
I passed out while getting blood drawn..one minute I was sitting there, pointedly NOT looking at my arm with the metal bit sticking into it..the next, the doctor was leaning over me, the guy who'd been drawing blood on the other side, non-too-calm.
So I "got" to ride in the abmulance. Overkill, imo, but I'm not gonna argue with my doctor, right? Besides, as lightheaded as I was, I don't think I could've been too convincing. I get to the ER, and since they're busy, I get stuck in a 'sexual assault recovery' room. Note at this point that I had been fasting, so as to not skew the blood work, and was already hungry.
I get moved to my own room an hour and a half later, and get the fluids, draw blood, and other needle-themed treatment, then am ignored for hours. Until they decide to x-ray my nose. And then tell me my health insurance doesn't exist. Which is bs. So I get to pay $50.00 instead of the normal co-pay, and HR gets to yell at my insurance tomorrow.
Five hours after leaving the doctor's office...
I finally get to go home and eat my first meal of the day. Good thing I've got so much sick time at work, since I have a doctor's order not to go in (as if the day wasn't almost over anyway). All told, what have I gotten out of this experience?
A bloody lip, a bruised nose (a tiny bone in my nose is cracked, but it should heal on it's own), punctures in both my arms, sore teeth, a headache, a doctor who now believes me when I say I don't like needles, blood in my hair (ew..!), a stain on my brand new sweater (I'd never worn it before - and now it's probably stained), and a hospital braclett. I'm gonna really look like I lost a fight when I go to work tomorrow. What's sad is...I don't even get a paricularly good story to tell out of it. But that is my story, nontheless.
*sigh*
Not so.
The thing is, I don't like needles. I really don't like 'em. And giving blood? Even worse. They don't like me either, apparently.
I passed out while getting blood drawn..one minute I was sitting there, pointedly NOT looking at my arm with the metal bit sticking into it..the next, the doctor was leaning over me, the guy who'd been drawing blood on the other side, non-too-calm.
So I "got" to ride in the abmulance. Overkill, imo, but I'm not gonna argue with my doctor, right? Besides, as lightheaded as I was, I don't think I could've been too convincing. I get to the ER, and since they're busy, I get stuck in a 'sexual assault recovery' room. Note at this point that I had been fasting, so as to not skew the blood work, and was already hungry.
I get moved to my own room an hour and a half later, and get the fluids, draw blood, and other needle-themed treatment, then am ignored for hours. Until they decide to x-ray my nose. And then tell me my health insurance doesn't exist. Which is bs. So I get to pay $50.00 instead of the normal co-pay, and HR gets to yell at my insurance tomorrow.
Five hours after leaving the doctor's office...
I finally get to go home and eat my first meal of the day. Good thing I've got so much sick time at work, since I have a doctor's order not to go in (as if the day wasn't almost over anyway). All told, what have I gotten out of this experience?
A bloody lip, a bruised nose (a tiny bone in my nose is cracked, but it should heal on it's own), punctures in both my arms, sore teeth, a headache, a doctor who now believes me when I say I don't like needles, blood in my hair (ew..!), a stain on my brand new sweater (I'd never worn it before - and now it's probably stained), and a hospital braclett. I'm gonna really look like I lost a fight when I go to work tomorrow. What's sad is...I don't even get a paricularly good story to tell out of it. But that is my story, nontheless.
*sigh*
omg.
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