(Mind you I was still nauseous and flu-feeling this entire time because the dissolvable zofran they gave me didn't do shit. Plus, I hadn't had my pain meds ALL DAY. So I was trying not to cry from frustration as they failed over and over to get a good stick.)
At that point in time I basically said "please I think I'd rather just get a Phinigrin injection and go home to chug Gatorade in peace". So that's what they did for me and I was sent home covered in holes and bruises. The sad thing is, I can't even blame a nurse or the universe because it's just how my stupid EDS body treats needles. My veins slip around and hide or blow (very easily, apparently).
I'm at my wits end, honestly.
I had my HidaScan for my gallbladder on Tuesday and I see the surgeon for the results this Tuesday. It seems I get worse every day. The attacks are more severe each time and almost always include a low grade fever. I'm ready for this to be done and over.
Yours truly,
Broken-but-Beautiful
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