Joy of joys.. I awoke w/ heart attack symptoms. Stumbled into the bedroom, woke Moriarty, drove in pouring rain to the hospital. Couldn't pee in the cup. Shy bladder. Refused a cath, the mini one too.. Tested and retested. Drugs aplenty shot into my arm. Weeee.. they where fun. Swallow this, chew this, grab my fingers, try to pull. Are you sure you can't pee? Hold still for the x ray. (The tech was pregnant, congratulations.) Got pissed at the nurse, don't try to strong arm me into a cath, I'm not gonna pee! (Stop padding the bill for the insurance company!!!!)
My heart attack turned into a fybromyalgia exasperation/anxiety attack. Could have fooled me.
Why the exasperation/ anxeity? Have no clue, have to call Dr. for Rx for tranqulizers of some sort. Don't wanna go through that again. Ever.
This shit sucks. I hate my body.
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