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[sanpaku_backup]

Went to the doctor's yesterday for my physical. He ordered the fasting bloodwork for me. (Remember that a while ago I talked about having high triglycerides and that the doctor had prescribed Lipitor, which I vowed to avoid by diet and exercise... Big surprise that that didn't happen, hm. Though I now do avoid butter and egg yolks and only drink skim milk.)

Go in at about 9 o'clock this morning. I figure it will be fairly routine. But then the needle really fucking hurts... much worse than a usual stick. "I missed you," she says. "You're not even bleeding." I start to feel a little lightheaded as she goes to the other arm. Really lightheaded. Hurty and lightheaded. Shards of white smoky glass begin to cover my field of vision. "Uh... I don't feel so good," I say. "Yeah, you passed out," she says, then calls: "I NEED HELP."

It's a strange sensation. My brain was thinking: "It's not as though you are going to die or something. This feels awful, but it must end sooner or later." But when the doctor came in with the granola bar, I could barely move my arm to pick it up. I have no recollection of "passing out" or anything -- it seemed to me like I was conscious the whole time -- but it was definitely strange. I remember them saying things like, "Stay awake -- open your eyes." Once I got up it took a good 15 minutes of sitting in the waiting room to make the glass shards go away.

I never used to be like this. I got tons of shots and blood drawn as a kid. I think my first recollection of the feeling was when I was in high school and sliced my finger with a bread knife. It was all very dreamlike. I knew I had been doing something stupid with the knife -- I think I was waving it around at something -- and so I ran upstairs so my dad wouldn't see me bleeding. I lay on the floor in front of my bathroom feeling very bad -- I think I really did black out that time -- until I could get up again. Since then, whenever I have blood drawn, I can really feel it, and it's bad. This is part of why I stopped having physicals when I was in my twenties, though I never had anything like this. (On the way out the nurse said, "Try not to tense up so much next time." Yeah, this experience will really help with that!)

I figured that I needed to eat something so I went to a diner in "downtown" Cranston and got revenge on my physiology. Probably the last plate of sunny-side-up eggs that I'll have in my life. I really loved fried eggs, dammit.

They tell me I will feel bad all day. I was already not feeling so great, as the baby has definitely been much harder to deal with in the past couple of weeks. We are now in about our sixth night of very short sleep cycles. The baby was up last night at 10:30, 12:30, 1:30, 3:30, and 6:30 (I think). Seems to be a function of bad digestion, but very frustrating to deal with. So we're both exhausted and congested and still a little sick. So it is hard to know where that leaves off and where feeling bad from the bloodwork picks up

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[chanaleh.livejournal.com]

Oh my God, you two actually do know each other :-)

saxikath, I may have to nominate you as the new tahnan!

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[sanpaku.livejournal.com]

Hey! Good to hear from you! I was beginning to worry that you hadn't responded because I had done something horrible to you at DLI that I had forgotten about... not that that seemed especially likely, but LJ is a funny medium that way.

Anyway, I haven't met chanaleh in real life -- I just found her journal and liked it. Then I saw your userpic in a comment in her journal and figured it had to be you. Editing and Gilbert and Sullivan (I remembered that about you) -- I guess it's a small world.

To see your email address I need to be your LJ "friend." I just added you to my friendslist, so you should be able to see mine in my profile, and we can go from there! Of course you can add me to yours too, if you'd like... :-)