So this morning I go to the hospital to get a CAT scan done on my stupid pelvis, and as I'm laying on the table in the examination room, some "nurse" comes in and repeatedly begins stabbing a needle through my arm trying to find a suitable vein. The hussy HAD a vein the FIRST freakin' time, but because she was wearing gloves, the needle 'happened' to 'slip' out of her dumb, pudgy fingers while all the while, she laughed. I swear to kami, if it weren't for the fact that I was grinding my teeth so hard trying not to scream, I would have strangled the whore.
So after she finally switches arms (after moping up what seemed to be a pint of my lost blood)and gets the damn IV into my left arm, she wheels me into the other room and places me on the CAT scan table. So I'm thinking, okay, hard part done. Gonna be out of here soon. No.
She hooks my IV up to this huge plunger filled with unknown liquid and begins to pump it into my arm. As my body goes numb and then hot and then cold, I catch her beginning to tell me that people sometimes have deadly allergic reactions to the contrast she just shot into me.
Before I have a chance to tell her how I'm feeling, she starts the machine up and begins doing her damn Cat-scanny thing. So about four minutes later, she comes back to find me vomiting all over myself.
It was lovely
After staying there, being monitored for what seemed like forever, they finally cleared me to leave. Now I'm home, freshly showered, unable to move and bend both my arms, struggling to write you all and tell you how much I appreciate having you guys as friends.
Seriously, I want a cookie.