Twas nearly dandy. Went to CA in the morning, missed eating chicken, though I was fasting anyways. Got to the hospital on time, got lost, finally found where we were supposed to be. A nurse took my vitals then put numbing cream on my hands under tape. Cool, but I don't think it helped. Anyways. Then I changed, and took all my earrings/belly ring out (I had to repoke the hole and put it in upside down). Put everything in a locker, and eventually went into a bed in a room. After a while they put the IV in. I won't even go in depth into it, but it would so seem I have really big looking veins that are actually really poor. She stabbed my left hand and wiggled it all around and only got a teeny bit of blood. That hand hurts more than my right, which had an IV in it for four hours. They stabbed my right, and it took a while and I'm getting lightheaded, and I'm starting to get really worried they're gonna have to start all over again. But they fill the tube. Which they needed to do a pregnancy test, standard precedure before they could sedate me. NEGATIVE! I'm excited, I was really nervous. WHOO. I bled everywhere. My mom had to leave the room after like 15 minutes of needle wiggling. They finally got the IV hooked up. There was a hold up in the lab for my blood and it took FOREVER. Hours. Literally. I **** you not. I downed a whole bag of fluid and pissed my brains out. I was really dehydrated though. Watched a lot of CSI. The little boy next door got bumped ahead of me. Finally went in, after so long. And I was scared. They brought me in the operation room before putting me out. Stuck stickers on my chest, a sticker heart monitor on my finger, and then I held an oxygen mask. I was just looking around the room, listening to my heartbeat speed and stop (BEEP BEEP BEEPBEEPBEEP). Then before I was even drowsy I was outcold. Next thing I remember is opening my eyes in a different room, and the oxygen mask was strapped to my face. Completely awake now. My throat hurt a little, my neck was a little sore, and I was not at all groggy. I woke right up and started talking. I've been burping oxygen, becuase the tube goes down your throat, so you're swallowing more than breathing. It tastes bad. I ate the best toast and apple juice of my life. Insisted that I was fine and they finally took my IV out and let me pee and change. I pulled stickers off and stuff. We left the hospital. It was nice there. I stole the socks. They're comfy. We stopped at Not So Average Joe's. I had macaroni I sucked up and salad and bread and I was so starving it wasn't even funny anymore. I felt a little sick. By the time we got home, I felt quite sick. They said not to overdo the lunch, but really, I hadn't eaten in about 15 hours. I was HUNGRY. I plopped on the couch. They told me too. And I did the whole nauseas-on-the-couch thing. Steve came over eventually. We watched Ratatouille. I love that movie. I rant and rave about how much I love it through the whole thing. My Grampa went home this morning. My Gramma's maiden name means "sour cream" in russian. My anestheiologest told me that. Yeah. I didn't feel well enough to eat macandcheese. But I had quite a bit of whipped cream. Stupid, yeah. But I love it. And so now I'm here.