I went for my IVP test this morning. Hopefully the LAST test of the year, before the dreaded roto-root next month. What's the IVP you ask? Well...
An IVP or Intravenous Pyelogram is an X-ray exam of your kidneys and other parts of your urinary system, including your ureters (tubes leading from your kidneys) and your bladder.
This test took a little over an hour; my "ureters" weren't cooperating, and I had to be moved into some weird positions. AND...as if the CT dye scan wasn't bad enough last Friday, now I've got bruises on BOTH arms. I look like a fucking heroine junkie. Thank god it's cold here, cuz if I were wearing short sleeves, SOMEONE would be dragging me to the nearest methadone clinic or something. (NONNY, where the fuck are you with the jokes on THIS one?)
FUCK I hate this.
I DO get a break for Christmas and New Year's. Actually, if they could get this shit taken care of NOW (and I do mean NOW), I wouldn't mind spending my holidays in the fucking hospital. Just stop this fucking pain and make me WELL again. That's ALL I want for Christmas this year. The way they are scaring me, I'm actually thinking about writing a will. I have NO idea how to go about doing that. I don't even want to THINK about it.
I can't even have a DRINK because of the antibiotics they've got me on. Guess that's what the pain meds are for, right? LOL
Happy Thursday, peeps. This too, shall pass, through whichever orifice it decides, ha ha.