So I got a call today saying something "went wrong" with one of the vials of my blood. They want me to come back and get stuck again!! I said "I haven't been fasting!!" indeed I had just finished my second cinnamon roll for the morning. They said No Worries!! Come in anyway!!
So I went back. I found out that it's MUCH easier to face having a piece of metal shoved into my arm when I've eaten. I still felt sick to my stomach but I wasn't shaking (very much) and the nurse didn't look at me like I was psychotic. She just stuck me (it hurt a lot worse but nothing I couldn't handle) and sent me on my way.
I stopped on a bridge on my way home and walked towards the edge. I got that same sick-to-my-stomach feeling. My "phobias" are weird. Or maybe just I am, I don't know.
In any case I'm not such a psycho when I've had food in my system!!
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