I believe I have just become an anecdote.
There's only one usable vein in my body where needles are concerned. They fucked it up. They said the vein "popped". This was not an encouraging thing to hear. They knew that it popped because I reported horrible burning pain, which increased til I was whimpering and full-body-tense with my eyes screwed shut to try (unsuccessfully) to keep from crying. I try to take pain, but I knew that couldn't be normal. How can you knock someone out like that? When the guy saw what he'd done: "Ohhhhh."
They got a successful second stick. He apologized every ten seconds, about, until I conked out.
I woke up to a guy dragging me to the recovery area. I am not good with the walking. yendi came and sat with me and brought my jewelry. I napped. They sent me home.
freyaskat took us to the Post Office, to Whole Foods (I now have many sorts of juice and tea), and CVS, and then home.
I watched South Park. I read the rest of Sethra Lavode. I fell asleep. I woke up. I'm still numb in places, but I'm having some pain. I read the info that came with my