Medical history, basic exam, blood pressure, EKG ... all normal except BP was a little elevated, probably due to my stressing about needles.
Or, as the nurse taking it said, "It could also have to do with that extra 15 pounds you're carrying."
Like I don't know. And I compared it to hers, and she said she had 20 on me, and we both started laughing.
The blood draw was remarkably painless. Which I knew it would be, I just can't look at needles without wanting to pass out. Interesting for someone who sews all the time and who has literally sewn THROUGH her finger twice with a sewing machine.
And speaking of, meet my new lovely. The hospital had a thrift store, and that was my reward for not having a tantrum. The machine wouldn't have happened except Mario pointed it out to me sitting under a table in a cute little olive green-and-gold suitcase.
It sews like a dream. I test drove it on my surgical instruction sheet, just to show it who was boss.
2 comments:
Grown up reward for grown up behaviour! Funny how these things fall into our path at just the right moment. Hope the surgery goes well.
I respectfully suggest that you deserved the reward even if you had had a tantrum. It needed a good home.
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