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pen_gruntYou know what's sexy? Disposable hospital-issue underwear. Sooo stretchy. Sooo flimsy. Sooo ass-embiggening. I don't even know what they're made of. Some space-aged, unidentifiable material.
Also? It looks like I've taken a run at being a drug addict. The IV guy could *not* get a good vein (I have ridiculously hard-to-find veins--always have). I thought he had only attempted 3 different places. It turns out I have track marks because at the first spot he tried 6 different times in the same place (the doc was giving me med instructions at the time, so I wasn't looking at that insertion). My forearm is one big bruise because he *thought* he got the IV in and started to inject the saline solution...but then it blew out my vein.
Other than that the d&c was totally uneventful. It hurt when I was going through it, but my "bartender nurse" (as she called herself) upped my fentanyl and I ceased to care. Now I have some cramping, but that's pretty normal and it's not too bad. It seems a lot scarier than it actually is.
They said I wouldn't remember anything b/c of the fentanyl, but I guess I don't react to narcotics that way.
Speaking of, I have lotsa vicodin. I have yet to feel that I have a need for it. I have 600mg ibuprofin to take as well. They really drug you up, man.
Also: On the way home, Derrick stopped at Swede Hollow Cafe and got me a maple bacon pecan caramel roll and a fancy-schmancy latte. He's the best.
Also? It looks like I've taken a run at being a drug addict. The IV guy could *not* get a good vein (I have ridiculously hard-to-find veins--always have). I thought he had only attempted 3 different places. It turns out I have track marks because at the first spot he tried 6 different times in the same place (the doc was giving me med instructions at the time, so I wasn't looking at that insertion). My forearm is one big bruise because he *thought* he got the IV in and started to inject the saline solution...but then it blew out my vein.
Other than that the d&c was totally uneventful. It hurt when I was going through it, but my "bartender nurse" (as she called herself) upped my fentanyl and I ceased to care. Now I have some cramping, but that's pretty normal and it's not too bad. It seems a lot scarier than it actually is.
They said I wouldn't remember anything b/c of the fentanyl, but I guess I don't react to narcotics that way.
Speaking of, I have lotsa vicodin. I have yet to feel that I have a need for it. I have 600mg ibuprofin to take as well. They really drug you up, man.
Also: On the way home, Derrick stopped at Swede Hollow Cafe and got me a maple bacon pecan caramel roll and a fancy-schmancy latte. He's the best.
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Date: 2014-01-04 02:15 am (UTC)I hope you don't need the vicodin, but enjoy it if you do. Heh.
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Date: 2014-01-04 05:58 am (UTC)