So yesterday was New Doctor Goodness. He is an endocrinologist, though I probably spelled that horribly wrong. There was hitting with hammers and poking of breasts and asking of questions. My thyroid is suspected of being Not Right, and as such I went back today for blood testing happy fun time. That was less pleasant than the original visit. It went like this:
Arrive at 8:45 AM. Wait for half an hour. Receive strange looks from elderly couple and a woman who was probably their daughter.
Called in. Pee in a cup. Resist the urge to write "THIS IS NOT LEMONADE" on said cup. Blame pussinboots for putting the idea in my head.
Led into small closet-sized area off away from the non-contaminated humans and told to sit in UncomfortablePokeyChair.
Sit in UncomfortablePokeyChair. Pillow placed in lap, arm held straight on pillow. Told not to move arm and especially not to bend the elbow, NO MATTER WHAT. Wonder if bending of elbow will cause heart-explodey. Debate trying to find out.
Have needle stuck in me. Am told that it will be one needle-sticking, and that all necessary syringes will simply be attached to the tube coming from that needle. Am grateful for this, as at the last blood-letting I escaped with a horribly bruised inner elbow from multiple stabbings. The syringe-thing is attached and 3 20ml tubes of blood are filled.
Am injected with strange, clear fluid that makes me have to pee, want to throw up, and have a horrible headache for half an hour in about that order.
Breathe through my mouth to avoid vomiting for a while.
Sit for 15 minutes.
More blood removed, stop keeping track after the total reaches 100ml. Am injected with saline to, I assume, prevent me from shriveling up like a raisin from lack of blood.
Sit for another 15 minutes. No moving allowed. Shoulder starts to cramp.
More blood removed. Vein decides to be a bitch and will only allow blood to leave if the needle is at a certain angle. Awkwardly prop needle with cotton. Curse vein. More saline.
Sit for another 15 minutes.
Notice the nurse always seems to be worried about what my blood is or is not doing. Decide that nothing is actually wrong, and she is just the sort of person who always seems concerned about everything. More blood drained, more saline. Begin to feel very tired and weak.
Another 15 minutes. Nooooo moving.
More blood leeched away, a bit more saline, am starting to feel dizzy and my hand is numb. Am told I can get off of Uncomfortable PokeyChair now. My butt rejoices. Am told I need to come back and do something similar on Friday, though it will only be three bloodlettings and 45 minutes. With two missed days and one short day this week, my paycheck is going to be a sad, pathetic little thing.
Wait 15 minutes to pay and leave. Almost fall down stairs. Almost hit tree on the way home.
Sleep for almost five hours. Upon waking, am proclaimed to be pale by mother. Explain that when you have more saline solution than actual blood in your body, you tend to be a little bit lighter in color.
Check the conversion on Google - I had about 3/4 a cup of blood drained out that I paid attention to, more than likely 1-1.5 cups or more, given when I stopped keeping track.
Wells Fargo finally sent my check card. They were supposed to send it one month ago, but they did not. So I called them and complained two weeks ago. And now there is sweet, sweet checkcardosity.
Also, my BatBag arrived. It is a fairly large purse with the Batman logo on it. I am hopelessly in love with it and I will use it until it falls apart into little itty bitty pieces, which I will then give a viking funeral to.
... I mean, I like it. It's Bat-tastic.
Mom is threatening to throw away my sweater. It is pale, pale yellow and getting ragged. I like it, though. I want to dye it black (because (a) yellow is not GAWTH enough, and (b) I prefer not looking like a giant stripeless bee-creature), but at the moment my more pressing concern is making sure she does not get a hold of it to toss it out. Then it will be figuring out how to dye clothing properly, as I have never done it before. Should be interesting. Hopefully nothing will explode.
I have clay, and I am making a turtle necklace. I enjoy turtles.
I loves me my new icon. The art is something emperor_boy drew a forever ago, but only recently did I chop and color it for icon goodness. I think it sums up my personality perfectly. I also want to wear a bag like that around a crowded mall, or school. That would make an interesting film, someone walking around with an emoticon bag on their head.
Title quote from ramaxela, a.k.a. "Wench".