Okay. Today was officially the worst day of my life. I know I say this a lot, but I mean it now, okay?
I spent five hours at this hospital, only I was a patient this time.
I’d been having terrible spells of breathlessness; so, my doctor – who was super nice by the way, and I’m not being my usual sarcastic self – asked me to get several tests done. The tests being ECG, echo, TMT and X-Ray thorax.
Guess what happened?
I had to half-strip four times. And four people had amazing view of my woman pecs and Vic’s Sec. I had weird jelly rubbed on me. And probes stuck to my skin. And I had to run on the treadmill. For fifteen minutes. With people watching me. Beadily.
For all of you out there, do NOT get heart problems. People will stick things onto your skin. And poke you with needles.
I spent 17000 INR today. On my tests alone. And surprise, surprise, I’m fine. As for now. Fit as a fiddle with anxiety issues. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow though, when they take some of my blood, for routine blood work. I’m sure my blood will splatter the walls and the ceiling, because that sort of thing will totally happen to me.
Now, I hate needles with a passion. And blood. I know what you’re thinking, what kind of a moronic doctor IS she? I’m the moron kind. I hate needles and blood, to re-emphasize my point.
Tomorrow is gonna suck more. I’m already scared. What if they find thingamajigs in my blood and say I’ve got unthinkable diseases? Oh. My. God.
Patients are strong people. I never knew. I’m never gonna judge them when they won’t let me examine them the next time.
And I’ve never felt more violated or more like a stripper in my whole life! Four people saw me in my VS! Four! *sob*