So I got sick at home yesterday. . .

(I'm noticing a trend)

Threw up, had an equal and opposite reaction (but probably not the one you're thinking and definitely one I'm not going into here) and developed a fever. When I discovered said fever, it was 101.9.

About 10 minutes later, it was 103.4. That was the point when I started making my way to the emergency.

Got to the ER at about 5pm-ish.

Got out at midnight.

During that time, I had 50 bazillion vials of blood drawn, all kinds of fluids and antibiotics pumped into me and no food given to me until I snagged a (thin) slice of roast beef and a (also thin) slice of turkey off some sandwich they dug up just before my midnight deadline. (I had planned on grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner and I REALLY wanted those damn sandwiches. But alas, my consumption of them was not meant to be. . .)

Why the midnight deadline? Because I had a procedure scheduled for this morning at 8am. For this procedure, I'm not allowed to eat after midnight, no drinks, no medicines, nothing. So after we got out of the hospital, and I took Le Beastie to McD's to get her something to eat, I had to drive the twenty minutes home smelling the delicious smells of grilled chicken wraps (plain, thank you) and fries stinking up my car.

It was torture.

Got to bed about 1 (had to clean up the mess I made pre-ER visit) and was up and back at the hospital at 8. Sluggish, groggy and pissed, cuz I was hungry.

Everything was going good until I got that needle (they had to inject radioactive dye into my bloodstream). Well, I got dizzy and apparently passed out (though I have no memory of such happenings). I came to just at the nurse who ran the machinery came back into the trailer (it's like an 18-wheeler trailer type deal) with like 4 nurses. So now it's the nurse, the 4 OTHER nurses and the guy of undetermined job status who stuck me with the needle. Exciting times. . .

I, of course, hate all this attention, so while they're all asking me the same questions ("How do you feel? Are you dizzy? Do you want to go to the ER?"), I just want them to leave me alone so I can get this procedure done and eat.

I finally sorta convinced them I was ok. (Three nurses left, but one stayed behind "just in case.") The procedure seems to take twice as long today. Was v. v. annoying.

Procedure gets done and the nurse running the machinery turns into this REALLY BIG mother hen. She's hovering over me. Got me three packs of graham crackers, two little containers of orange juice and a mini-bottle of Gatoraid. Offered to call a Med-trans van to get me home. I thought she was gonna break out the straps and tie me to the chair, but I finally convinced her that really, really, really, I was OK.

Now I'm home, and I didn't have the post procedure McD's I usually have, and I'm tired and I haven't had my medication today.

PLEASE LET MY WEEK OF EXCITEMENT BE OVER!!