random entry.
again, i am sitting at home because my mother decided she has no use for me in the clinic today.. and of course, ernest is working and driving later at night, and my three best pals appear to be too busy or disinclined to venture beyond their front door, so i am, yet again, stuck at home with my adorable rat of a sister. who, by the by, cannot stop complaining about how these "stupid irritating girls in her class" were "crying over" some argument over the games stall vs. food stall dilemma.
oh the beauty of a simple, secondary one life in st nicks.
went for a colonoscopy yesterday, which was quite an experience. i never quite knew it was regarded as a form of surgery, and my hatred for needles has, btw, returned with a vengeance. it's fairly intimidating, being ordered into this oversized blue robe. [which doesn't at ALL cover your back, btw.] of course, decency is crucial in a hospital filled with poor elderly folk who could easily get a stroke at seeing such a horrendous sight, and you are given this even LARGER blue robe to cover yourself. after which, you are escorted to this little room with lots of beeping machines and tv screens and trays and [can you imagine the horror!] needles. they make you lie down on this tiny little bed, if you can actually term it as a bed, and then the anaesthetist sticks a needle in your wrist. then, he holds up this amazingly, startlingly, impossibly big syringe full of white stuff, and then he tells you, "you'll feel like you're flying.", which is, not exactly a comforting thought, actually. and of course, the next thing you know you're being pushed along a corridor in that same little bed, and then moved onto your ward bed, and you fall asleep again, only to wake up two hours later feeling like you got hit by a bus.
of course, i have to be the luckiest scope patient on earth, having my mommy hold my hand while my daddy puts a needle in my arm, and the endoscopy nurses, very astutely, reminded me of that while i was lamenting the size of the needle in question. and of course, i am probably the only person to ever get a dozen gerberas for a half a day's stay in hospital.
he's the best.
but well, just in case anyone was curious, i do not have colorectal.. whatever, and i am evidently not going to die at the tender age of twenty-two, despite recurring dreams to the contrary. i have, as my mother puts it, a rather severe case of cramping of the intestines, which, despite sounding rather disgusting, is actually curable by medication. apparently, my innards are twisted into several knots.
stress signs.
HA.
stress.
me!
ha!
seriously.
oh the beauty of a simple, secondary one life in st nicks.
went for a colonoscopy yesterday, which was quite an experience. i never quite knew it was regarded as a form of surgery, and my hatred for needles has, btw, returned with a vengeance. it's fairly intimidating, being ordered into this oversized blue robe. [which doesn't at ALL cover your back, btw.] of course, decency is crucial in a hospital filled with poor elderly folk who could easily get a stroke at seeing such a horrendous sight, and you are given this even LARGER blue robe to cover yourself. after which, you are escorted to this little room with lots of beeping machines and tv screens and trays and [can you imagine the horror!] needles. they make you lie down on this tiny little bed, if you can actually term it as a bed, and then the anaesthetist sticks a needle in your wrist. then, he holds up this amazingly, startlingly, impossibly big syringe full of white stuff, and then he tells you, "you'll feel like you're flying.", which is, not exactly a comforting thought, actually. and of course, the next thing you know you're being pushed along a corridor in that same little bed, and then moved onto your ward bed, and you fall asleep again, only to wake up two hours later feeling like you got hit by a bus.
of course, i have to be the luckiest scope patient on earth, having my mommy hold my hand while my daddy puts a needle in my arm, and the endoscopy nurses, very astutely, reminded me of that while i was lamenting the size of the needle in question. and of course, i am probably the only person to ever get a dozen gerberas for a half a day's stay in hospital.
he's the best.
but well, just in case anyone was curious, i do not have colorectal.. whatever, and i am evidently not going to die at the tender age of twenty-two, despite recurring dreams to the contrary. i have, as my mother puts it, a rather severe case of cramping of the intestines, which, despite sounding rather disgusting, is actually curable by medication. apparently, my innards are twisted into several knots.
stress signs.
HA.
stress.
me!
ha!
seriously.
posted by jo at 14:30
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