So I finally put my big girl panties on and went in for my blood draw and x-ray today. I’ve been putting it off and really wasn’t even sure that I would be able to bring myself to do it, but I finally bit the bullet and went today. I positively HATE needles. I’m the worst fainter in the history of medicine. To the point that as soon as I walked into the lab my hands got clammy and I got that tunnel-vision thing going. But the girls in the lab spoiled me rotten by giving me orange juice, using an infant needle, and making me lay down for a while afterwards. And I survived. I love a good nurse. 🙂
I had mentioned earlier that I probably wouldn’t even follow through with the lab work because the surgeon hadn’t been all that concerned when I saw him, but I scared myself into doing the smart thing. I’m not gonna let something that could potentially be bad get worse because I’m too big of a pussy to get it checked out.
Wow. You turn 30 and all of a sudden you start making these mature, grown-up decisions. Who woulda thunk it???