November 19th, 2007


Not Nice...

Three gruesome hours at St Thomas' waiting, and two being punctured  five times in each leg, because of my feckin'  'delicate' veins that they always have trouble with. ..
The sensation was horrendous, like electric shocks in really sensitive bits of foot, etc. They finally got me hooked up on the last try before they were going to give up. I also had to take off my mummy wraps, although the other clinic  had told me to leave them on. There was also a kerfuffle about my possibly being too big for the X-Ray machine. Nothing like a little humiliation to pepper things up. 
I didn't faint, anyway, although I really felt crook and weedy. Still do. I'm exhausted past description. Glgh...
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