The Lab

Of course the lab has no internet. Why would a hospital have internet access? Ugh. I sit typing in Word and will post this at some other time when I can get a signal. I arrived to the hospital at 6:25 a.m., by 7:00 a.m. I had been poked, which is nothing new to me and was enjoying my glucose breakfast drink. Ah holy sweetness. Not a very well balanced breakfast. I am not one for drinking anything sweet, minus the occasional margarita.

6:42 a.m. I was asked by the 2nd check in nurse “if I was pregnant?” Nope not pregnant… only dream, wish, hope, pray, and obsess. Just doing a test that many pregnant women do. They are checking my testosterone, DHEA, and large group of glucose tests.

6:47 a.m. An extremely sick little girl came in. You could tell she felt miserable. I couldn’t help, but get up and move as far away from her as possible. I am sorry, but I could do without being sick right now.

6:59 a.m. I was told I could not leave the lobby. Yup, got that… got that from the two previous nurses too.

7:01 a.m. I was back in the lobby settling down for the long haul. My boss was sitting in a seat nearby. We chatted a little. He was very sweet and managed to ask how I was doing with “all this”, which was thoughtful, now if only I could be asked that question without tearing up.

7:08 a.m. Stomach growls at the smell of breakfast cooking nearby. Hummm.. maybe I should start planning breakfast now. Crap, what about lunch? I forgot my lunch. Can you tell I am hungry?

7:16 a.m. Did I mention I can’t leave here?

7:20 a.m. Lobby is quiet. Maybe I will read a magazine. I sure hope the next time I do this test, I am pregnant.

7:21 a.m. Watching the news is so depressing. My DH likes to watch the news before bed, not me it makes me sad and worried and then I can’t sleep. Here I sit listening to the news and I have yet to hear an up lifting story.

7:26 a.m. I should probably call and leave a message for work. I will be late. I tried, I promise I tried. I got here at 6:25. Hoping to be gone by 8:25 and at work by 8:30. I should have known it would take over a half hour to check in.

7:28 a.m. I have a haircut tonight. I really want to do something different. I say this every time before a haircut, but yet come out with the same layered cut every time. This time I am thinking of going shorter, but will probably chicken out.

7:29 a.m. Tomorrow morning I have a teeth cleaning.

7:30 a.m. Going to read a magazine. The Dow is up 132. Not expecting it to stay up, but a girl with a sinking IRA can hope.

7:39 a.m. Feeling dizzy, going to watch a movie.