In other words, I made it through my pre-admission testing last Wednesday without having a toddler meltdown.
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.
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.
ReplyDeleteI respectfully suggest that you deserved the reward even if you had had a tantrum. It needed a good home.
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