This is my brass knuckles mug. I don't think I'm gangsta or anything but I am proud of it. I am a sucker for ceramic things. I'm also a sucker for unique things. So you can see that I just couldn't resist. Best $4.59 I've ever spent. (What a steal!) The beaded gold tear drops hanging from the side are my new earrings that I love. I don't care if you don't like them. I do. Back off. I have been looking for a very very long time for earrings with these requirements:
- Must be cute, darling in fact
- Gold hoops (If I must I will settle for silver)
- Cute beading
- Something that can go with almost anything
*chimes...
I had a compartment pressure test on my right calf today. Definitely one of the most unpleasant things I've experienced.
Things that are unpleasant:
(According to me)
(In no specific order)
- Compartment pressure test
- Uncharged ipods and cellulars
- People who disappear and reappear at inconvenient times
- Grumpy secretaries
- Cold fingers and toes
- Lifting heavy things
- Sleeping alone
- Crutches for an extended amount of time
- Being ill
- Being bit by a giraffe (I would imagine)
That's the scoop on The Unpleasant Things as seen by Rachel.
Back to the story of the hour. Okay, Okay, seriously.
They tested three of four compartments in my leg. The doctor drew three lines on my leg covering each compartment and soon to be injection site. He numbed each compartment with a shot. The prick didn't hurt as much as the numbing fluid which stung... really bad. However, the shot was a cake walk to what came next. The doctor measured the pressure in each compartment at a resting rate. I can interpret this like a tire pressure gage. They stuck a needle, a big needle, into each compartment and with air pressure they somehow read a gage... Okay, maybe I can't interpret it. I was laying down on the table with my legs dangling off the edge. I wasn't allowed to sit up so I couldn't see anything. They told me I'd feel a lot of pressure. The "pressure" was so bad I was clinging onto the sides of the table. My pressure was pretty normal... for an athlete. Now they needed to measure the compartment under lots of pressure. I ran off to the physical therapy wing. (I practiced how to mimic the pain I'd get in my legs at physical therapy) I hopped onto a stationary bike and did some calf lifts and in now time my leg was angrily burning and begging me to stop. I hobbled back to the room where two interns and the doctor me up with me again. I laid back down on the table and got poked with the big needle gage thing. The doctor read the gage and said, "Whoa!" One of the interns said, "Isn't that compartment level?" The doctor muttered "She feels it everyday... It is grossly abnormal."
Call me crazy but I was really happy to hear that it really is abnormal and I'm not crazy. It's nice to figure everything out.
My leg is really sore.
Jeri made brownies. I feel better.
Oh! I almost forgot! I got my two pairs of much needed jeans. Ahhh...
Back to the story of the hour. Okay, Okay, seriously.
They tested three of four compartments in my leg. The doctor drew three lines on my leg covering each compartment and soon to be injection site. He numbed each compartment with a shot. The prick didn't hurt as much as the numbing fluid which stung... really bad. However, the shot was a cake walk to what came next. The doctor measured the pressure in each compartment at a resting rate. I can interpret this like a tire pressure gage. They stuck a needle, a big needle, into each compartment and with air pressure they somehow read a gage... Okay, maybe I can't interpret it. I was laying down on the table with my legs dangling off the edge. I wasn't allowed to sit up so I couldn't see anything. They told me I'd feel a lot of pressure. The "pressure" was so bad I was clinging onto the sides of the table. My pressure was pretty normal... for an athlete. Now they needed to measure the compartment under lots of pressure. I ran off to the physical therapy wing. (I practiced how to mimic the pain I'd get in my legs at physical therapy) I hopped onto a stationary bike and did some calf lifts and in now time my leg was angrily burning and begging me to stop. I hobbled back to the room where two interns and the doctor me up with me again. I laid back down on the table and got poked with the big needle gage thing. The doctor read the gage and said, "Whoa!" One of the interns said, "Isn't that compartment level?" The doctor muttered "She feels it everyday... It is grossly abnormal."
Call me crazy but I was really happy to hear that it really is abnormal and I'm not crazy. It's nice to figure everything out.
My leg is really sore.
Jeri made brownies. I feel better.
Oh! I almost forgot! I got my two pairs of much needed jeans. Ahhh...
1 comments:
oh my terrible experience. I don't know how you go through all this. I never could. Um, earrings are gorgeous! Did you get them from the famed Etsy?
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