I woke at an unnecessary hour and was driven to the hospital. The Craftsman was kind, but I didn't tell him how nervous I was. I would have liked my hand held more or conversation, but I was afraid to talk or I might cry! We arrived and saw police persons in the foyer with someone in a wheelchair wearing yellow. A rather distracting visual. It was most likely the dingbat who ended up hanging by his foot from a tree while naked above the river. (really happened!!)
Once inside, I was instructed to put on a giant purple oompa loompa sort of dress and some extra large socks that were NOT. The IV was pretty horrid and I spent much of the time before The Craftsman had to leave for work, in tears. I hurt so much. Had a headache from the day before, my legs ached, my back ached...it was pretty frustrating.
After? It took me ages to wake up. The staff were hoping I could leave at 830 am, instead it was about 10. Which was good as my ride got lost. Yup, she had never been to the hospital and stopped several places before getting directed to the right place. I didn't even think to tell her where it was, I assumed she'd know. We got home, I napped, woke up, had a snack, did some chores, picked up my book, napped more, finished a project, chatted with friends, and didn't look at my blood. Which is incredibly super high. Not a surprise, but I did think the insulin I took after my snacks would have combated the carbs.
So, now I wait to be healed (I am sore this afternoon/evening) and find out if this test was another stupid expense that shows nothing. Am almost at the bottom of the slide and waiting to see what might be at the bottom. It could be a puddle (those are fun), a dry, worn place, or it could be ice. Two weeks.