I want to do this so very, very much

In the small amount of time between my numerous (and several hour long) naps, I have been looking about for inspiration relating to baby showers - theme, invitations, favors, etc.

Today, via Cakewrecks, I found THIS. An 80's Prom Themed Baby Shower.

That? That's genius, baby.

I want to do this so very, very much

In the small amount of time between my numerous (and several hour long) naps, I have been looking about for inspiration relating to baby showers - theme, invitations, favors, etc.

Today, via Cakewrecks, I found THIS. An 80's Prom Themed Baby Shower.

That? That's genius, baby.

Adventures in Modern Medicine

Or - Miah has her very first EKG.

Hey, wouldn't it be spiff if I could maybe make it through an entire year without feeling like death warmed over for an extended period of time?

Oh, and maybe without needing to be hooked up to a fun machine that makes some weird noises and squiggly lines? (or a camera up my bum for last year's example)

Finally got in to see the doctor today to discuss two issues - another onset of extreme fatigue and random acts of heart craziness. The upshot is I do not, in fact, have mono. The downshot (is that even a word, I don't think it is) is that I got to have my very first EKG today and next week I'll be sporting a kicky little event monitor for several days to see if what I think are heart palpitations are really something to worry about, or just some sort of crazy game my head is playing on me.

Also, some weird church lady at the hospital gave me a corsage while I was hanging out in the Internal Medicine lobby.

Also also, I very much wanted to kick the dipstick who drew my two vials of blood today. He put the tourniquet on my right arm (the "good one" for blood pokey times) and did his feeling around, made the "aha" noise and swabbed me down. I'm thinking we're good to go, so I look FAAAARRR away from him and my arm so he can do his thing without me vomiting on him. "One. Two. This will pinch, try not to move. Three." I feel the needle go in. I feel it go in a bit more. I feel it wiggle around.

"What are you doing?" I gasp.

"Your veins are deep." More wiggling. Holy mother of hamsters, it burned. "These little buggers move."

If it hadn't meant looking at the needle sticking out of my arm, I swear I would have hit him. I took a deep breath and tried to stay as calm as possible when I said, "Take it out, now. You can try the other one."

Which is how I ended up with blood draw bruises on both arms.

Adventures in Modern Medicine

Or - Miah has her very first EKG.

Hey, wouldn't it be spiff if I could maybe make it through an entire year without feeling like death warmed over for an extended period of time?

Oh, and maybe without needing to be hooked up to a fun machine that makes some weird noises and squiggly lines? (or a camera up my bum for last year's example)

Finally got in to see the doctor today to discuss two issues - another onset of extreme fatigue and random acts of heart craziness. The upshot is I do not, in fact, have mono. The downshot (is that even a word, I don't think it is) is that I got to have my very first EKG today and next week I'll be sporting a kicky little event monitor for several days to see if what I think are heart palpitations are really something to worry about, or just some sort of crazy game my head is playing on me.

Also, some weird church lady at the hospital gave me a corsage while I was hanging out in the Internal Medicine lobby.

Also also, I very much wanted to kick the dipstick who drew my two vials of blood today. He put the tourniquet on my right arm (the "good one" for blood pokey times) and did his feeling around, made the "aha" noise and swabbed me down. I'm thinking we're good to go, so I look FAAAARRR away from him and my arm so he can do his thing without me vomiting on him. "One. Two. This will pinch, try not to move. Three." I feel the needle go in. I feel it go in a bit more. I feel it wiggle around.

"What are you doing?" I gasp.

"Your veins are deep." More wiggling. Holy mother of hamsters, it burned. "These little buggers move."

If it hadn't meant looking at the needle sticking out of my arm, I swear I would have hit him. I took a deep breath and tried to stay as calm as possible when I said, "Take it out, now. You can try the other one."

Which is how I ended up with blood draw bruises on both arms.