Ouch
While in the hospital, I had a chemical stress test (as in they give you a chemical to stress your body rather than making you get on the treadmill). It gave me the headache to end all headaches. On a pain scale of 1-10, I gave it a 9 – only because I figure that pain can always be worse, so it can never really be a 10. I have a pretty darn high tolerance for pain and I was literally in tears with this headache. But some Tylenol and some food did wonders. I already had a headache before the stress test because they wouldn’t let me eat anything after breakfast and it was probably around 3 pm before they gave me the stress test.
They sure didn’t feed me very often. When I get the hospital survey this time, I’m going to make mention of that starvation thing. Ugh.
I have 5 bruises from everything to a heart monitor lead being roughly put on to an IV (actually very little bruise with that one – best IV starter I’ve ever had) and 4 blood tests. The last phlebotomist was so good, I barely felt anything. I would like to hire him to do all my blood test from now on. The other three however – very colorful and painful bruises. My wrist, where one of them is, hurts. It probably didn’t help that I was using the mouse all day, but ouch.
So all of that might explain why I opted to get out of the hospital rather than stay another day or two and be subjected to another test.
Edited to add: Forgot to mention that LG, who by all accounts was doing just fine while I was gone – enjoying time with Grandma on and off – burst into tears when we stopped at the gas station on the way home from Grandma’s after I got out of the hospital, and told me she missed me very very much. Broke my heart. I was pretty positive after that, that coming home was definitely the right thing to do. My poor little girly girl.
