The Vampires Return! Just in Time for Halloween...

Ewww, I just came back from the doctor's office. There was a one hour wait just to get in to see her (and yes, I had an appointment), then I waited ten more minutes before she came in, then was poked and prodded in some very uncomfortable places. Then when I was allowed to get dressed she tells me I need blood work, and to ask the nurse at the front for my blood orders once I'm dressed.

The nurse told me to have a seat in the waiting room and she would be right out. Twenty-five minutes later she saunters out with about 6 pieces of paper for me and tells me to head down to the lab. Sigh.

So, down to the first floor I go to collect the husband who is sitting in the main floor waiting room watching all the freaky-deakies around him. We make our way to the lab where they proceeded to take eight tubes of blood! Yes, eight. Then I had to go pee into the world's tiniest sample cup.

As I was walking out I had to grab onto the husband to keep from falling over. The lack of eight tubes of blood, and the stomach contents of one miserable plain cake donut does not a happy (or balanced) girl make.

I've eaten since I came back to the office, but blech. I feel like a piece of (non-sexual) ass, wrapped up in a puke afghan, and sprinkled with headache flakes. Ewww.