Butcher Blood Tester...

You know it's surprising I'm even able to type this entry because my arm is so sore. Why? I hear you ask. Well on Wednesday I had yet another blood test... let me tell you it wasn't pretty. The stupid old bat that was doing it absolutely rammed the needle into my poor little vein... and guess what- she couldn't get any blood. So I said to her (quite nicely- I'm never rude) "Maybe you should use the butterfly needle- this often happens" The butterfly is a much smaller needle and they use it for children. I think she then got annoyed with me for telling her how to do her job so she proceeded to ram the needle into my arm a second time (and a lot harder). Stupid butcher woman. I haven't been able to straighten my arm since Wednesday and it's now Saturday. And worse than that, I'm left handed and it was in my left arm. (I couldn't have it in my right arm because apparantly I have a clot in the vein on that side).

So now that I've told you about the blood test I might as well tell you about the results. I went to the hospital yesterday and even though my protein AND my iron have both gone up (CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES C'MON- LET'S CELEBRATE) I am still going to have to go into the hospital after I come home from Rome to fed through a tube and also have some nasty investigations repeated-but we won't go into that! So I have to go get a big pile of books and a load of DVDs to bring with me to keep me entertained.
In other news I managed to inject myself again in the stomach yesterday (However it was under the watchful eye of a nurse but that's not the point) so I was delighted with myself yesterday... well except for the whole being-fed-through-a-tube thing.

I've a lot of cooking to do this week so I can catch up on Home Ec. I've to cook 2 things on Wednesday (as yet undecided). I'm also cooking on Friday... but it'll be easy because we are only making fudge. Then I have to cook another two things the following week. So I'm going to be very tired after all that.

I feel like a drank about 10 whole bottles of vodka or something this morning... which is weird seen as I don't drink. But that it what my injection makes me feel like. But mixed with staying in bed until half ten (I'm a VERY early riser) and it is really not good.

In the divorce battle between my dog Faye and her soon-to-be-ex husband Rowdy not much has been happening except that she keeps stealing his bones... I think she is starting to turn into one of those psycho ex types like your one May on Eastenders.

Laters

Sal