![(Yeah Joe, it’s the bracelet. ‘Wahoo!’)
This was my night. Apparently I haven’t been doing as good as I thought and got screamed at by a few nurses for not coming in …a week earlier. Notice the TWO punctures? Yeah, they didn’t believe me when I said it’s impossible to get a vein in my arm, even if you can see it; so they decided to take a stab at it and fish around. If you remember from last week when I had to get blood taken, thus the many stabs for just a few vials of blood—
It was decided that I needed a few narcotics pumped into my body. “You’re going to feel a bit fuzzy, and really out of it. The room might spin and you’ll feel a bit funny.” Fuzzy? What is that supposed to mean? After feeling the cold run up my arm and hit my chest I immediately knew what she meant. For the first 10 minutes I curled up in a ball and passed out. I don’t exactly remember everything that happened, but I do recall exploding with smiles and giggling. I had the strong urge to hug everything around me; smiled profusely at every person that walked by my room; had a strange craving for something grilled. My whole body felt warm, heavy, light and furry, I’m not exactly sure how else to describe it, but my insides felt great. The only pain left was what we were aiming for. While I was floating, IV stuck in hand, I attempted wiggling out of my bed. The nurses, doctors and the aides took a liking to me before and whilst I was drugged up; they stayed with me and made sure I didn’t do anything [too/even more] stupid, along with telling me how much of a pretty girl I was. Ha! I’m pretty sure it was more like “Freakin’ lightweight” “Hey the girl in the ER is pretty fucked up.”
One of the guys rolled me out on my bed to get a CT scan done and I remember racing Charlie, an elderly man in another bed. Upon my return and hearing how the searing pain wasn’t go away the verdict was: Give her more drugs. After that was the same, passing out for 10 minutes and then exploding with even more smiles, giggling, room spinning, rolling up in a ball, drowsiness and furriness. When the saline and the meds were done my blood started going up the IV (capillarity effect ftw!), resulting in me shouting “IT’S TAKING MY BLOOD!” and poking at the tubes, greatly amusing the guy with me. After shoving more drugs into my body, they sent me home to pass out for a few hours, only to wake up, stumble out of bed and eat my weight in peaches.
All in all, they still haven’t figured out what’s wrong with me and my head still feels like it’s splitting open. Well, shit.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7rmj3Brko1qzdulzo1_r1_400.jpg)
(Yeah Joe, it’s the bracelet. ‘Wahoo!’)
This was my night. Apparently I haven’t been doing as good as I thought and got screamed at by a few nurses for not coming in …a week earlier. Notice the TWO punctures? Yeah, they didn’t believe me when I said it’s impossible to get a vein in my arm, even if you can see it; so they decided to take a stab at it and fish around. If you remember from last week when I had to get blood taken, thus the many stabs for just a few vials of blood—
It was decided that I needed a few narcotics pumped into my body. “You’re going to feel a bit fuzzy, and really out of it. The room might spin and you’ll feel a bit funny.” Fuzzy? What is that supposed to mean? After feeling the cold run up my arm and hit my chest I immediately knew what she meant. For the first 10 minutes I curled up in a ball and passed out. I don’t exactly remember everything that happened, but I do recall exploding with smiles and giggling. I had the strong urge to hug everything around me; smiled profusely at every person that walked by my room; had a strange craving for something grilled. My whole body felt warm, heavy, light and furry, I’m not exactly sure how else to describe it, but my insides felt great. The only pain left was what we were aiming for. While I was floating, IV stuck in hand, I attempted wiggling out of my bed. The nurses, doctors and the aides took a liking to me before and whilst I was drugged up; they stayed with me and made sure I didn’t do anything [too/even more] stupid, along with telling me how much of a pretty girl I was. Ha! I’m pretty sure it was more like “Freakin’ lightweight” “Hey the girl in the ER is pretty fucked up.”
One of the guys rolled me out on my bed to get a CT scan done and I remember racing Charlie, an elderly man in another bed. Upon my return and hearing how the searing pain wasn’t go away the verdict was: Give her more drugs. After that was the same, passing out for 10 minutes and then exploding with even more smiles, giggling, room spinning, rolling up in a ball, drowsiness and furriness. When the saline and the meds were done my blood started going up the IV (capillarity effect ftw!), resulting in me shouting “IT’S TAKING MY BLOOD!” and poking at the tubes, greatly amusing the guy with me. After shoving more drugs into my body, they sent me home to pass out for a few hours, only to wake up, stumble out of bed and eat my weight in peaches.
All in all, they still haven’t figured out what’s wrong with me and my head still feels like it’s splitting open. Well, shit.
August 26, 2010
