In my quest to enter EMT school, I relented and allowed myself to be poked, prodded and otherwise molested by a doctor for a physical.
Now, I'm 33 -- all I could think was, 'Damn, I might have to get that 'guy' exam, AKA the ole' rubber glove treatment. Thankfully, this was not the case.
After she took my blood pressure (120/82, thank you) I learned that I have to have more immunizations.
In order to determine what immunizations are current, they need to draw a few vials of blood.
I have tattoos galore, had piercings galore, used to be a piercer -- but I still hate having my blood drawn. This may have something to do with a nurse that couldn't find a vein back when I was a wee ten year-old, I'm not sure ...
Then I get to go in Friday for a biopsy, as I had Basal Cell carcinoma (skin cancer) last year and my primary care physician believes it's decided to make another house call. Sweet.
About the last surgery, though; they made a really cool two-inch slash in my forehead and cut/dug out the offending cellular material. Not bad, just a little painful during recovery, but I kept telling people that I'd been in a fight with three dock-workers and their monkey wrench named Bartholemew. And some friends believed that.
Anyway, yay, more stitches.
Also, I've been fasting since early yesterday, so that my blood tests are pure. Lots of fun.
And after all this fun, as soon as the needle is out of my arm today, I'm sticking a 12-ounce bottle in my mouth.
Consider that mental picture.
Now, I'm 33 -- all I could think was, 'Damn, I might have to get that 'guy' exam, AKA the ole' rubber glove treatment. Thankfully, this was not the case.
After she took my blood pressure (120/82, thank you) I learned that I have to have more immunizations.
In order to determine what immunizations are current, they need to draw a few vials of blood.
I have tattoos galore, had piercings galore, used to be a piercer -- but I still hate having my blood drawn. This may have something to do with a nurse that couldn't find a vein back when I was a wee ten year-old, I'm not sure ...
Then I get to go in Friday for a biopsy, as I had Basal Cell carcinoma (skin cancer) last year and my primary care physician believes it's decided to make another house call. Sweet.
About the last surgery, though; they made a really cool two-inch slash in my forehead and cut/dug out the offending cellular material. Not bad, just a little painful during recovery, but I kept telling people that I'd been in a fight with three dock-workers and their monkey wrench named Bartholemew. And some friends believed that.
Anyway, yay, more stitches.
Also, I've been fasting since early yesterday, so that my blood tests are pure. Lots of fun.
And after all this fun, as soon as the needle is out of my arm today, I'm sticking a 12-ounce bottle in my mouth.
Consider that mental picture.
brokenalice:
I've had a biopsy before... luckily I was 17 when it happened so they hooked me up with some demerol 