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Bruised

I had a physical last week. I thought it would involve more. All she (the doctor) did was look down my throat, in my ears and listen to my chest, my blood pressure was taken and I had an EKG. Oh, and I waited for the bitch for over an hour. I always wait for this woman. She wears Ralph Lauren and I wait. I need a new doctor. All the doctors in that building make you wait. It's not like I don't have things to do you know. I use Friday to get ahead for the next week and by having to wait for her ass to get into gear, I am wasting my, my group's and Buddha's time (he has to listen to me bitch and not reject the negative and embrace the positive which makes him sad).

So, since I have had a pulmonary embolism (blood clot in the lung, the left one, hurt like hell) and I had some mild chest pain on physical day, I had to get a CT scan. Which means for all of you who are unaware: I had to admit myself to the hospital through a very surly admissions clerk, call my boss to explain the situation, get a plastic tube stuck in to my arm, wait (more waiting, you'd think I would get some kind of dispensation for this), get put into a machine and hooked up to an IV. In the machine, which looks eerily similar to a doughnut started up, I was pumped full of dye (which leaves a metallic taste in your mouth, gives you a hot flash and makes you want to pee). They took a few pictures of my lungs, pronounced me healthy and sent me on my way.

On Monday, since 4 hours is not a long enough fast (I would never survive an Islamic holiday), I had to get my blood taken.

The point of this whole story is that I have a huge bruise on my arm and look like a heroine addict without any of the chicness.

posted by HelloBettyLou @ 11:23 AM