Monday, October 01, 2007
 

Whatta Wild 'n' Crazy Life

Last week:

Monday: worked
Tuesday: therapist and psychiatrist. He wants me to try the Ensam patch. Pleeeease e-mail me if you've ever tried this.
Wednesday: Neurologist in the morning (still working on that brain implant), started colonoscopy prep in the afternoon. Strangely, I don't find that the fluid tastes that bad, which I think makes me very weird. Also strangely, it takes FIVE HOURS to start working. I didn't mind the prep that much; the only thing that worried me was when the stuff wasn't working. My father always puts on a big whiny show, from which I can only conclude that he, like all men, is a big whimp.
Thursday: Colonoscopy. I take so many pills that they are unable to sedate me (IV sedation). Consequently, I am wide awake through the whole thing. Turns out to be interesting to watch (yes, I'm sick). Whatever's causing the anemia, I'm not bleeding there (though I did have a polyp). The doc said my procedure was one of the 7-8 he'd done unsedated. When I have to do it again, I'll request that they not sedate me; I suppose the numbing whatever worked, and it didn't hurt, so this way, I didn't have any anesthesia to come down off of. The people in the recovery areas around me were mumbling and groggy; I was wide awake, describing the procedure, and asking for Diet Coke.
Friday:Didn't know it until Thursday after the procedure, but I get to have a barium series. YECH. Much worse than the colonoscopy. Took 2 1/2 hours because things move so slowly through my system (a fact already documented). I had to drink extra cups of the barium stuff because of it, too. The x-ray room was freezing, and I had to get up and walk laps around it to try to get the stuff to go through my system. Freeze your patootie off, anyone? Plus, I couldn't see what was going on, and I like to see what's up (EEGs, ultrasounds-- I want to see it ALL).

Funny story from Friday, though: 2 students, I guess in an x-ray tech program, from the local community college program were in there. At one point, when I was lying on my stomach, the nurse in charge said, "What side is the stomach on?" There was silence. I was completely confused as to why she was asking me that, but, since it was silent, I said, "left." She said, "that's right, GIRLS." Turns out she was asking the students, but neither had answered her. In the silence, I got confused and thought she must be asking me for some reason.

Today's major work revelation: It was decided that overalls without a shirt underneath them DOES violate the "no shirt, no shoes" policy. Ah, the joys of workin' in Dixie. And guess who gets to enforce this?

siiiiiiiiiigh

Elvisette philosophized at 9:38 PM