
why is it so hard to schedule an ultrasound? NO, i'm not pregnant. so stop the gaping. but i need to get one for my abdomen, and they keep telling me it'll be another week. and i'm in pain! which means i go to work, call all 6 radiology dept's to inquire for last-minute openings, look like sh!t, do my work in a daze, finally eat for the first time that day (2pm-ish) when i know i can't get the ultrasound, come home early, legally medicate myself (because i can't be too drugged at work), and trank out on the couch with the cat snuggled up in my arms and bad repeats on tv (although this afternoon they had the season premiere of project runway on, which was better than nothing). you'd think this is the life, but it's like being hung from a bridge by a bungee cord- i feel like i'm bouncing up and down, being teased with the thought of finally getting some answers one day... up and down and up and down and then i vicodin myself and splat. i'm done for the day.
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