That tickles!
Today I:
- Got my first hospital wristband ever!
- Tried my best to stay calm as I had 100 c.c. of blood drawn. Needles make me very, very nervous. I was taking deep breaths in and out – the nurse asked me if I was meditating. Then I was told I was a “trooper,” as if I’m 5 years old.
- Peed in a cup.
- Got a prescription for Percocet. Yum yum.
- Met one of the doctors performing the “harvest.” Her name is Dr. Donato. Seriously. (Domo arigato…)
- Was reassured I would feel nothing during the surgery (I’ll be out cold) and that the soreness afterwards would feel like I “fell hard on ice.”
- Completed something like 50 pages of paperwork. Probably signed over all my legal rights and a kidney or two.
- Got a chest x-ray.
- Got an EKG. Giggled like the little girl I am when the technician applied the electrodes. At one point she said “you’re sensitive aren’t you” and intentionally tickled me some more. Can I sue for harassment now? Or did I sign away that right too?
- Got chauffeured to and from Hackensack University Medical Center in Lexuses (Lexi? Lexera?). Seriously, doesn’t DKMS have better things to spend money on? Like… say… saving/extending lives?
In the next episode… Harold has to donate a unit of blood! Will he survive? Or will he pass out? What flavour juice will he be offered? Tune in next week to find out…
