Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

Now that I’m not tripping out on Vicodin and sick to death, I thought I’d ad some things to the previous post…mostly me being weird.

Learning Experiances: I know know what an EKG sounds like when the alarm goes off. I was left alone while hooked up to the machine while waiting for…hell if I can remember, I think I was waiting for the nurse to come in with my anti-nausia pills. Anyway, I discovered if you tap on one of the sensors (for me, it was the one on my upper right shoulder), you can make the lines dance up and down. I spent about five minutes making the lines dance until the alarm went off and mum smacked me (Why no, I haven’t grown-up, why do you ask?)

Breathing does NOT help the pain of a penetration if you’re tense, it just hurts. Pushing down gently, does however help, especially when pushing past the ring of muscle. Remember this writers with no experiance.

Also, if you’re un-used to such things, your brain will flip out and pretty much repeat ‘get it out’ over and over again, with you body pushing against the invasion. Forceful relaxation is needed (which is hard to do with your body screaming in alarm).

Aggrivations moment: Dr. Smith, learn active listening skills, I was doing lamaze breathing to control the pain and hardly paying attention to the two of you and I still saw you tuning out my mother as she was describing a weeks worth of symptoms. In fact, you looked like you were reviewing your grocery list instead of listening to her. Knock it off or next time I’ll puke on you.

Embaressing Moment: Besides the whole event…having to ask to be allowed to go to the bathroom as I was rather trapped in bed. Also bursting into tears when I found out I needed an exam.

All in all, it wasn’t really that bad of a trip to the ER. Low wait time, professional people and no one yelled at me for my panic attack. And now I’m feeling rather shiny, if slightly sore and nausious.

Edit to Add: I was organizing my graphics from the past two years, and got to wondering how many icons I created from images I coloured myself (basically, from a black and white image) so…I counted:

1	2	3	4	5
6	7	8	9	10
11	12	13	14	15
16	17	18	19	20
21	22	23	24	25
26	27	28	29	30
31	32	33	34	35
36	37	38	39	40
41	42	43	44	45
46	47	48	49	50
51	52	53	54	55
56	57	58	59	60
61	62	63	64	65
66	67	68	69	70
71	72	73	74	75
76	77	78	79	80
81	82	83	84	85
86	87	88	89	90

Turns out…it’s 90 our of 496. Not as many as I thought, but still quite a bit to colour in.