Friday June 6: Neuro-ophthalmologist and blood

Neuro-ophthalmologist
- I was given the wrong address--the OMD did not work at that office that day, and had to drive another 15 minutes.
- Out of all the other Sharp hospitals, this one is perhaps the least attractive one hahah
- Neuro-ophthalmologist is very kind, helpful, and calm.
- Advised to take 325 mg of advil and get some blood work done.
- While driving, I notice the circumvection current in my right eye.  Cool.

Blood work:
- I call in to get my blood drawn possibly today or tomorrow.  I get very woozy when I think about blood being taken out.  Should I mentally prepare myself or will I be suffering in anticipation?
- The lady who answers says, "Whoa girl, you have A LOT of tests that need to be done."
  Me: "Do you think you know how many vials they may take?"
  Lady: "Not sure, but it's a lot of vials."
  Me: "Aww man!!  What time are you guys closed?"
  Lady: "5, come anytime!"
- I drive on over to see if I'm brave enough to get my blood drawn--I want answers now, but I'm such a pansy.  I ask the girl at the front counter of the laboratory center, "Can you estimate how many vials will be filled if I choose to get blood drawn today?"
  Girl: *looks up my info* "Dang, I'd say ten."
  I shout: "TEN???" I cover my mouth.
  Girl's eyes are super big and looks right and left, then whispers: "Were you the person who called in earlier??"
  I whisper back: "Oh, yea...probably.  Aww, I don't know if I can do this.  I might faint."
  Girl sits up straight and says in normal volume, "You aint gonna faint on me and you can do this.  Your blood replenishes like that *snaps fingers* We have orange juice.  You can stay as long as you want afterward to make sure you are okay."
  Me: "....Let me go to the bathroom."
  Girl: "Will be callin' your name shortly!"
- My name is called and my vein is selected.  I pull my arm away immediately as she brings the needle closer to my arm.  Girl, who used to be called Lady and now will be called Phlebotomist: "Girl, you can't do that.  You will make me poke you and get myself poked--it's dangerous!  I'll be talking to you the whole time, now stay still."
- In it goes, feels like a pinch and I hear the vials get filled up.  But Phlebotomist is talkin to me and we converse.  I learn that she is one year older than me and is making money to go to PT school.  I also learn that her brother's son and sister's son are born a week apart.  She is kind and good at distracting me.
- Phlebotemist: "Done!  Nine vials!  That's not to bad!"
  I'm pretty sure I had a weak smile and ask if I can take a picture of my blood.
- There is no orange juice :(  I get two cups of water instead.
- I drive home dilated and happy-ish....