Guyyyyyyyssssss. I’m having like, the worst week.
I’ve been doing some freelance work, which is exciting and fun don’t get me wrong, but that means long days in strange places with strange technology that isn’t afraid to torture you into thinking it deleted all your work. It also means a bunch of new people – strangers – an introvert’s worst fear.
I’ve been “undercover” here, and it’s odd. I don’t make a big deal out of being sick at my regular job, but at a temporary place I don’t really want to get all up in the complexities of “Hi, I have an incurable disease…” This means I’ve been sneaking pills like a druggie and calling a doctor appointment a “meeting” I had to go to uptown. I didn’t think it’d be hard to just not be sick for two days but as usual my body has other plans. It was surprisingly hard to keep up my guise of “normal human I swear.”
And what about that “meeting uptown?” My doctor is baffled by me – never a good sign. We ran extensive bloodwork today. I know I’m usually a baby about needles but allow me to be a BIG FAT GIANT BABY about today – this outright HURT. Like damn. I was like “***!*!!!*! THIS IS WHY I’M AFRAID OF NEEDLES, EXACTLY THIS.”
My arm still hurts. And it’s been like 8 hours. And somewhere in there I took pain meds (for regular chronic pain – I’m not THAT big a baby) and it still hurts. I feel justified in whining about it. It also bled a crazy weird amount. I don’t know if this nurse was new (she was new to me) or if we had to take an extra lot of blood or what. But I can see a big fat blue vein sticking up out of my skin where I got stuck, and the visual is adding mental anguish to all the physical pain.
In short: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
(Results of tests by the end of the week.)