I'm Not a Doctor But...

Ok, I did the doctor appointment.

It wasn't quite as relaxing as we had all hoped-- in fact, I thought I might have a heart attack just trying to get there.
Oh, and Monday's appointment was cancelled because it was the ONLY time my hairdresser could get me in for a cut before my trip
Self:"Hmm, do I see the doctor about increasing dizzy spells or get my hair cut?"
Reasoning Self: "Well you could, but say he fixes dizzy spells and you go to Disney World with bad hair... Get the hair cut and that way, when you faint, at least you'll look good".
Me: "Yes, Monday sounds fine, I'll take that hair appointment, thank you".

So, luckily, the doctor had a different appointment for Thursday. Today. Still had four kids in tow. But first had to pick one of them up from his stay at a sleepover.
From there, the SatNav had this crazy idea to take me to the military base via London which was NOT in the same direction so I ignored her and went back towards my house.

20 minutes into the drive, I came upon a roundabout and MY EXIT was closed.

Something you should know about England's road works. There's "Diversion" signs, but after they divert you off a road, they don't really care what happens to you.

Once I was bouncing along this little dirt road I had the option of going up on two wheels to get past an oncoming car or make everyone behind me back up. The guy behind me backed up but then did this crazy thing of pulling to the opposite side to get in a little pull-out area. Now the oncoming car could go nowhere and I couldn't get past her.

Finally, I got back in the direction I should be going, never ONCE seeing any other directional signs for the diversion.

I reached my appointment exactly on time. Whew!
But I forgot my ID in the car.

The hubby came and took the four kids.

The doctor took me seriously and sent me off to have a few pints of blood removed.

Only,

my body doesn't give up blood to just anybody who wants to poke needles in me.
I tried to tell them, but they never listen.
You'd think they'd get it that I have birthed 5 children, I've had a little blood work done in my lifetime.
But they wouldn't listen and were determined to use my right arm.

Finally, Obnoxious Lab Dude gave up and called in Lab Chick.
Failed. Several times. Left arm or right arm, the body was closed up tight.
At least she was nice.

I watched a baby have blood drawn, also a woman pregnant with twins, a woman wearing an Angels and Airwaves shirt so I talked Blink with her (she didn't want to talk either, wanted to keep her eyes closed and forget where she was) and a five year-old boy who was having NOTHING to do with a needle. All came in after me and all said good bye when they left.

Lab Chick called in new Nice Lab Dude who offered to do the draw if we were forced to go into the hand.
Then Super Lab Chick came. She had an accent I couldn't understand, but eventually I realized she was asking if I had had "Sgt. So and So" try to poke me yet as she gave up after a few tries.

I look like a pin cushion.

I didn't read any magazines and still don't know any more than I did when I went in.

Other than my blood pressure was normal--which is actually high for me--and a heart rate of 200 (yeah, that was messed up), I am a healthy (hopefully menopausal) woman.

Oh, they took blood for a pregnancy test too...


that might have affected the pulse rate, but not mine. The Hubby, who had "the" surgery almost 3 years ago, looked a little green around the gills when I told him about that test.