|"You're a puzzle, Rachel."
||[Mar. 26th, 2006|11:58 am]
I went to the doctor's yesterday. We are going to have to make appointments for some things. I have to get a CT scan of my "abdomen and pelvis," and also an ultrasound of my thyroids.
I really wish I was all the way better!! I hate this...
I'm not feeling as bad though, but now when I feel good, I worry about what if I start feeling really sick again. Annoying! Just stop, dummy!
The doctor said, "I really don't think this is psychological." What a relief.
Dr. Glasson thinks it's probably my stomach, and Dr. Rasansky thinks it's either my stomach or my thyroids. He said my neck looked big. I think it was just the way I was sitting, though. Also, his name is Ronald, but he doesn't have red hair.
I got some blood drawn again. 3 viles full, and the nurse was the one who kind of stinks at it...Like she can't get the blood out and she jabs the needle all inside my arm. Ow...She's nice, but I'd really prefer having the small older lady draw my blood. "I'm speedy," she said. She's super fast, it takes like 5 seconds to get a whole ton, and this other lady takes five minutes.
I could hear the blood trickling into the vile...Ew. I was staring at the wall the whole time.
Dr. Glasson was like "We can't let you leave here without torturing you a bit first!" She's knows I hate shots and all that.