Today my child was an angel for me.? For his father, he was a shit.? Nothing like having a nice trip to accu-land just to have it brought down my someone jabbing a 16 gauge needle in your arm and then coming home to your husband who tells you the child didn’t nap, threw his snack and every other toy he owns.? Talk about bad Qi.? Although the needle doc did give me some new herbs to combat the fact that it’s January and I either want to crawl under a rock or mow someone down with my car.
I finally made it to the lab this afternoon to have some blood work done.? Thus the 16 gauge needle.? Damn.? Do all phlebotomists hate people or what?? Chick got the needle in on the first try, but I think it poked out the back side of my arm alongside my elbow in the process.
Why am I having blood work?? I’d like to say it is for something fun like a round with an RE, but let’s be honest.? We all know that’s not going to happen any time soon.? No.? Shortly after Thanksgiving I started having really odd heart palpitations.? The kind that had me laying in bed at night thinking I was going to be one of those medical journal “rare cases” of a woman with a heart attack in her early thirties.? So crazy that I scheduled the appointment with the regular doc.? On my own.? Doc hooked me up to an EKG machine, asked me all kinds of questions, but found nothing odd.? She asked if I was stressed.? I lied.? I told her no.? I didn’t want the “you need to cut back” lecture.? She proceeded to order blood work to rule out thyroid issues, anemia and other possible things.? A week later my heart was somewhat normal and I got busy.
I had fully planned on not having the blood work done.? Why the hell do I want someone to go rooting around in my puny veins in the off chance I might need to eat more spinach.? However, for the past week I’ve felt like I wanted to urp every afternoon.? The trusty husband comes home to find me laying in the fetal position on the couch and the boy poking me in the eye with a crayon saying, “Mommy, wanna play wit me?”? I know what you are thinking.? “Elle, did you take a pregnancy test?”? I assure you.? That isn’t it.? Really.? If it were you should inform the holy rollers of the second coming of Christ.
Needless to say, I went to the lab.? The results remain to be seen.? Rest assured, internets, you’ll be the first to know.
In the mean time, I’m trying to cut down on stress.? And eat more spinach.