In the Torture Chamber

I went to the clinic yesterday (day before now) and found out that I have a sinus infection. I already knew that. Anyway, my new doctor, or at least, the doctor they’ve put me with this week, is very nice and is going to have me starting pool therapy to strengthen my ankles. I’m not sure if this helps much with the whole hypermobile joint thing, but if she wants to try, then I guess that’s fine. She prescribed Cipro (Anthrax medicine) for my sinus infection since I’m deathly allergic to pretty much every other major antibiotic class. She was going to call it when I left the office (at like 4:30) and I was going to pick it up on the way home. Well, she apparently called the wrong pharmacy, so I sat at the pharmacy waiting for thirty minutes and picked up other meds my family had called in, but not my antibiotic. I was upset. I had reason to be. Overnight, it seemed like my lungs became more complicated, which often happens with me. I could taste the bronchitis taste in my mouth and it was not pleasant. My lungs were heavy and rumbling. Oh, and my voice was gone. My mom called and they finally figured out what was going on by 5:45, just before the pharmacy closed. I have taken one dose, but I have to be so careful when I take it and what I’m ingesting. It’s crazy fun. You should wish your system was as tres cool as mine is.

I had to have a lot of bloodwork done for the new doctor today. It was fasting labs, so I went in this morning (yesterday morning) and I warned the lab tech (different lab) that I am a very hardstick. So what does lovely lab tech do? She pulls out this huge needle, which made me very unhappy. Then, she pokes at my elbow, and complains that I’m not straightening my elbow enough. (If you are continuously poke in a joint, the joint may bend.) Well, she dives in without a clue what she’s doing and it gets nada. So I try to reassure her and make some suggestions…this is usually fine because most lab techs want to know how to do it quickly and easily. Instead, she looks at my wrist (inner part) and sees the gathering of veins on my wrist bones. Now, I have had these used before and they don’t work well, not to mention that they are one of the most painful places to get stuck in the whole body. She asks if they’ve been done, and I tell her yes, but I don’t get to add into the sentence, I wouldn’t do it since they don’t bleed. Well, she goes not into the vein, like any sane person who doesn’t like to torture people, but into the spot next to it. Well, a lot of veins happen to run right next to nerves, and if you’ve never had a needle in a nerve, you haven’t lived through pain. I don’t care if you’ve been kicked in the groin or been in labor or had a kidney stone. Having a piece of medal shoved through a nerve is probably going to make any person want to kill someone because of the pain. I try to grimace slightly, because I don’t like complaining when medical personnel hurt me. (This makes some diagnostic tests hard.) Eventually, the tears start pouring out like crazy because I am just in so much pain that I can’t hold them back. The other tech is in the room and she looks like she feels so sorry for me. Well, eventually, after maybe a minute or two of jabbing the nerve over and over, the woman gives up. The two-stick rule being in place, she passes the baton to the other tech. She lets me go through the warnings and telling her what spots are easiest and what techniques are sometimes helpful. She searches my arms and hands, because apparently feet are a no-no nowadays. Well, she finally finds a spot in my hand and she decides to try it, but not until she is 100% sure she can hit it without a problem. She slides the smallest butterfly they have in and it starts working. Unfortunately, she had picked up some bad tubes, so we had to try out a few of those before she was able to get the three tubes worth she needed.

Oh, we have a new addition to our family. Her name is Alice. She’s part dachshund, part basset…very small compared to the rest of the dogs. She’s very sweet and doesn’t like to be more than a few feet from me at any given time.

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Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.

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