They wanted me to take the collar off. I admitted that I could not, and cited the lack of any info regarding jewelry in their handout.
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
vicodin - and it said that tell your doctor if you have a seizure disorder, ans gave an anti-seizure-med warning where most everything gives a MAO-inhibitor warning. So now we're waiting for a call back from my neurologist. Yes, I told them, but they may only have put that on the report for the anesthesiologist and not told the prescribing doctor. I don't trust them.