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May. 20th, 2003 10:45 amOh, yesterday was SO much fun.
The monthly visit to the rheumatologist went as they usually did, right up to the last... when he noted that now that I have Medicare, we can start running tests. And that he wants to start it off by drawing 'a little' blood.
As a point of interest, I -do- have some mild (well, to my standards) blood sugar issues... and I had had nothing to eat going into the appointment in nearly 20 hours.
Four large tubes and two small tubes later, I wobbled out of the office and out to the Saturn. Normally, Megan makes these runs with me, so that if I get twisted or bent or prodded in the wrong place I'm not stranded 40 miles from home. She'd been unable to get off work though, so I was on my own. I remember thinking that I had to get the car home; Megan was gonna need it that evening to do a fitting for a wedding dress she's taking in for a prospective bride.
I don't remember much of the drive home. I don't remember arriving home, or getting inside the house, either. Megan stepped me through what happened, though, so at least it's not a mystery. Apparently I staggered in the door, dropping jacket and keys as I stumbled, muttered something indesciferable except for the word 'bloodwork', and passed out in the living room. Fortunately, Megan's familiar enough with the quirks of my metabolism that she knew what to do. She rolled me over, noted I -did- have a bandage from blood being taken, and woke me up enough to pour a half gallon of water and half a pint of Ben & Jerry's Chubby Hubby down my throat and drag me to bed. I was conscious briefly last night, and then out again. I've been up about three hours today, and am in need of a nap.
I wonder if I'm anemic on top of everything else? Bloodwork should show that, though, so they'll tell me iffn I am. In the meantime, I'm only 'here' intermittently.
Rowan? Happy birthday, darling. *smooch*
Jennie? It gets better, sweetie, but -only- if you stick around. No doing silly things, you read me?
Crystal? I didn't make it last night, but I had a good reason. I only dimly remember small pieces of yesterday.
Ryn? I'm jealous of your socks. :) *giggle*
Clara? Your work is beautiful; don't let anyone tell you different.
Captain ValueForTheMoney? *smooch* Thank you for your help, dahlink. :)
John? No clues on the metaphor... 's not generally my thing. :p
Owyn? Love you. *smooch*
Ms deNoir? *smooch* Miss you!
Ysabet? If you're still reading, you need to answer my email, love. :p
*hugs*
~Ellie-chan, the comatose clockwork cabbit. ticktockticktockthud*snore*
The monthly visit to the rheumatologist went as they usually did, right up to the last... when he noted that now that I have Medicare, we can start running tests. And that he wants to start it off by drawing 'a little' blood.
As a point of interest, I -do- have some mild (well, to my standards) blood sugar issues... and I had had nothing to eat going into the appointment in nearly 20 hours.
Four large tubes and two small tubes later, I wobbled out of the office and out to the Saturn. Normally, Megan makes these runs with me, so that if I get twisted or bent or prodded in the wrong place I'm not stranded 40 miles from home. She'd been unable to get off work though, so I was on my own. I remember thinking that I had to get the car home; Megan was gonna need it that evening to do a fitting for a wedding dress she's taking in for a prospective bride.
I don't remember much of the drive home. I don't remember arriving home, or getting inside the house, either. Megan stepped me through what happened, though, so at least it's not a mystery. Apparently I staggered in the door, dropping jacket and keys as I stumbled, muttered something indesciferable except for the word 'bloodwork', and passed out in the living room. Fortunately, Megan's familiar enough with the quirks of my metabolism that she knew what to do. She rolled me over, noted I -did- have a bandage from blood being taken, and woke me up enough to pour a half gallon of water and half a pint of Ben & Jerry's Chubby Hubby down my throat and drag me to bed. I was conscious briefly last night, and then out again. I've been up about three hours today, and am in need of a nap.
I wonder if I'm anemic on top of everything else? Bloodwork should show that, though, so they'll tell me iffn I am. In the meantime, I'm only 'here' intermittently.
Rowan? Happy birthday, darling. *smooch*
Jennie? It gets better, sweetie, but -only- if you stick around. No doing silly things, you read me?
Crystal? I didn't make it last night, but I had a good reason. I only dimly remember small pieces of yesterday.
Ryn? I'm jealous of your socks. :) *giggle*
Clara? Your work is beautiful; don't let anyone tell you different.
Captain ValueForTheMoney? *smooch* Thank you for your help, dahlink. :)
John? No clues on the metaphor... 's not generally my thing. :p
Owyn? Love you. *smooch*
Ms deNoir? *smooch* Miss you!
Ysabet? If you're still reading, you need to answer my email, love. :p
*hugs*
~Ellie-chan, the comatose clockwork cabbit. ticktockticktockthud*snore*
