Well hello! Betcha thought I wasn’t ever going to write anything ever again. Had a rough couple of weeks with strep and pneumonia and have discovered other issues that have ravaged my immune system so I have to take off the next week and a half. No worries according to the dr. who promised to have me all fixed up. I did have an embarrassing incident on Monday though. I saw an Internal Medicine Specialist (who knew I thought all Dr.’s were internal medicine specialists) and he ordered about twelve vials of blood to be taken. No problem I still had the bruise from the eight vials from the previous week. I am not squeamish in the least as I had regular allergy injections as a kid. So this particular,um, blood lab person (?) was really smooth at changing from vial to vial with no wiggling but something funny happened around vial eight. The floor seemed to be rising I was getting super lightheaded. She noticed and said “keep breathing, stay with me”. The last thing I heard her say was – “oh-oh”. Yes I fainted. What a ladylike thing to do. Hurry someone bring me my snuff! I guess I sort of slumped forward as I was sitting in a chair and she whipped out the needle but I sorta sprayed her labcoat with a spurt of blood. These things are always happening to me. If something embarrassing can happen then it will happen to me.
The ladie’s were very nice and got me water and finished taking the last number of vials and then off I went. BUT maybe I should have sat there for five minutes because as I was standing in the pharmacy I started to feel faint again with that whole floor whooshing feel. Thankfully a nice pharmacist noticed that I had grabbed onto a shelf for support and sort of led me to a chair while I apologized and explained my situation. God! I’m not feeling sorry for myself in the least but really, what next.
I’m sure you all have these types of stories. Like the time Henry and I were grocery shopping and I had a full grocery cart. He was small then and facing me as he sat in the cart. Well he coughed and then gagged and then puked all over himself and me including my coat, pants and boots. I had forgotten wet wipes that day too. Just some Kleenex wiping and I picked up Henry and marched out of that store trying to maintain my pride while walking past people who sort of looked at us aghast. The only kind glances I got was from other moms with that “oh I have so been there look”. I got in the car which now stank to high heaven and called Thomas as I was crying. Poor Thomas, he always gets these kinds of calls from me. Yes I cry when I get frustrated. I can’t help it. I also turn into a big needy suck. Thomas will listen to me for a bit and “tut, tut” and then help me get some perspective before making me laugh about it.
Any else have stuff like this happen?
Well it’s officially 3 am. I should try to sleep.
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