The light in my refrigerator blew out. It’s very confusing. Every time I open the fridge, I think it’s broken for a split second; then I remember it’s just the light bulb. It takes a special bulb, so I have to go buy one now.
The real reason I’m writing this update, though, is to let you guys know that I did not pass out while getting my blood drawn today. This is good news. Very good news!
I drank a TON of water this morning, like 58 ounces before 9am. I was really hungry while I was waiting for Daniel to get home from work. So, I was chugging water to try to suppress the hunger monster. There was no way she was going to say that I was dehydrated this time. No way.
I did basically everything else I could think of to make this easier for her, too. I did some bicep curls (haha), put a heating pad on my arm, squeezed my fist a bunch of time, everything.
None of that can overcome small veins. The physician’s assistant who was taking my blood stated that I have the tiniest veins that she has ever seen, and they like to roll. That’s not a good combination for blood tests.
She tried to get one in my left arm, in the elbow crook. It didn’t work. I hate that feeling of the needle being moved around inside my arm. I think that might be what pushed me over the edge last time.
After that miss, she decided she was going to have to go in my hand. She put a little heating pack on it, one of those packs meant for baby heels. They help bring the veins to the surface. While I held the heat on my hand, she ran to her car to grab the baby needles she brought from her other office especially for me.
After she returned from the car, she had three vials full in less than 3 minutes. I just hope I don’t bruise too bad. It’s my right hand, and I’m right handed.
I have an appointment on October 10th for my results and to figure out what do to next. I just know I’m going to have to go through this all again since I’m pretty sure I know what’s wrong with me, and she didn’t order the right tests. I’m really dreading it.
I’m just trying to remember that any test is a step in the right direction. This doctor is, at least, not totally brushing off my concerns and telling me that nothing is wrong. Hopefully I’ll have answers and solutions sometime soon.
My husband just got news that he’s going back to 8 hour days starting Monday. This is pretty awesome. He’s been on 12 hour days since the beginning of summer, and it was really starting to wear on him. He had the whole rotating schedule: 3 days off, 3 on, 2 off, 2 on, etc… but it’s still hard. He was never sleeping enough. So, he’d end up sleeping most of the time he was off to catch up. It was just chaotic for us.
Also, you should note that when I say ‘days,’ I mean nights. He works third shift. 8 hour days are 11pm-730am, and 12 hour days were 7pm-7am. Rough schedule.
He was also informed that he’s going to be switched to 1st shift (7am-330pm) in three weeks. I just feel like this is too good to be true, and I can’t let myself be excited. He’s been on third since before we got married. Our 5th anniversary was in June. So, it’s been a while. The idea of Daniel working normal hours just seems so…. foreign. I know I should be excited, but it feels weird. I’m sure I’ll adapt to it easily, though.
Is it possible for my iron levels to drop a lot from the bit of blood they took? I want to eat a steak, and nothing but a steak.