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More Bloodwork
Jul. 12th, 2002 11:37 pmUgh, well this week has been total suck so far. I keep telling myself that there are only two more days. Maybe tomorrow will be better.. I can only hope...
I didn't end up getting my blood work done on Monday because, evidently, I had to go to the hospital and be admitted first. No one told me this and the woman was wicked rude to me about it. I finally got my blood taken yesterday. You're not supposed to eat at all before you get it done, so I ended up not eating until after 4pm. Even better, they have everyone in the same damn room, so I had to watch other people having their blood taken before. This didn't exactly help me. Of course, as soon as the woman came in to take my blood, I burst into tears and started shaking. After they sucked out all my blood, Steve damn near fainted and had to lay down. The technician then came back to try and do the bleeding test, which involves slitting open my arm and seeing how long I bleed for. I tweaked and wanted to leave. We left and I got approximately 10 feet down the hallway before I fainted. I guess I turned to Steve and said "Oh, I don't feel so..." and hit the floor. I have some sweet bruises on my knees.
Some really nice lady gave me some raisins and got me some juice and had me lay down for 20 minutes. After that, Steve bought me lunch at the B&D Deli, which remained down, and all was good until I, evidently, passed out in the car again. I guess I was out for almost an hour before Steve woke me up and shuffled me off to his parents, who fed me and generally took care of me.
Today, after having a generally good morning, I got to work to find out that 85% of the SKUs in the store don't work and that the other third key didn't keep any records of the morning sales (or if she did, she didn't leave them where I could access them). That was upsetting.
It looks like my birthday is going to be total shit, as well, this year. I'm not going out to dinner with Matt on my birthday because he had some unexpected bills, my mom opted out of buying me a cake from Stop'N'Shop, which is the only kind of cake I really like, and it ultimately looks like everyone will be working that day anyway. Happy fucking birthday to me. I guess to my mom's credit, she did offer to bake me a cake, but I'm not a fan of Duncan Hines in the least. I think I shall buy my own cake this year. Bleh.
I'm still trying to be upbeat, but it's getting hard. I want my bloodwork to be ok, I want to relax... I need a vacation.
I didn't end up getting my blood work done on Monday because, evidently, I had to go to the hospital and be admitted first. No one told me this and the woman was wicked rude to me about it. I finally got my blood taken yesterday. You're not supposed to eat at all before you get it done, so I ended up not eating until after 4pm. Even better, they have everyone in the same damn room, so I had to watch other people having their blood taken before. This didn't exactly help me. Of course, as soon as the woman came in to take my blood, I burst into tears and started shaking. After they sucked out all my blood, Steve damn near fainted and had to lay down. The technician then came back to try and do the bleeding test, which involves slitting open my arm and seeing how long I bleed for. I tweaked and wanted to leave. We left and I got approximately 10 feet down the hallway before I fainted. I guess I turned to Steve and said "Oh, I don't feel so..." and hit the floor. I have some sweet bruises on my knees.
Some really nice lady gave me some raisins and got me some juice and had me lay down for 20 minutes. After that, Steve bought me lunch at the B&D Deli, which remained down, and all was good until I, evidently, passed out in the car again. I guess I was out for almost an hour before Steve woke me up and shuffled me off to his parents, who fed me and generally took care of me.
Today, after having a generally good morning, I got to work to find out that 85% of the SKUs in the store don't work and that the other third key didn't keep any records of the morning sales (or if she did, she didn't leave them where I could access them). That was upsetting.
It looks like my birthday is going to be total shit, as well, this year. I'm not going out to dinner with Matt on my birthday because he had some unexpected bills, my mom opted out of buying me a cake from Stop'N'Shop, which is the only kind of cake I really like, and it ultimately looks like everyone will be working that day anyway. Happy fucking birthday to me. I guess to my mom's credit, she did offer to bake me a cake, but I'm not a fan of Duncan Hines in the least. I think I shall buy my own cake this year. Bleh.
I'm still trying to be upbeat, but it's getting hard. I want my bloodwork to be ok, I want to relax... I need a vacation.