Sometimes when I have a long blog post title, I’m not sure what words I should capitalize and so I just do ‘em all. The sad thing is, 10 years ago, I would have known and been correcting other people.
I had my blood drawn as part of my pre-op stuff and it went as smoothly as those things normally do. Which is to say, I had to argue with the lab tech about not using my left arm (I am left-handed and didn’t want to lose that arm/hand for the day because of hitting a tendon or something. It’s happened before. More than once.) and, of course, my veins are not as good in my right arm, so she poked around in my elbow for a while before she gave up and used the vein on the back of my right hand, which is where I usually get an IV.
There is a reason that my veins in my right arm aren’t so good, you know. It’s because I’ve had an insane amount of injections, IVs, blood draws, etc. in my short little life. Sorry lab tech, take it from my foot. You’re not getting anywhere near my left arm.
Yesterday, I got a phone call from the anesthesiologist’s nurse, asking me lots of questions so I don’t die on the table and she mentioned that I should really have a MRSA culture done before my surgery. So now I have to go get that done. I also have to go see my surgeon for my pre-op check-up on Tuesday, so that will be something to look forward to.
I am getting anxious about this surgery. Surgery is no fun. Been there, done that. I would rather have a local anesthetic and do it that way. But I guess this doctor doesn’t do that – he thinks it’s too traumatic for the patient. I told him that I would rather be semi-aware of the procedure than puke my guts out for the 8 hours following it. It worked for getting my wisdom teeth out! He didn’t even crack a smile. A serious surgeon, a good thing?
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with capitalizing every word of long titles. But then I’m the sort of person who is also happy referring to myself in the third person on Facebook updates (I also have a slightly insane smile on my face and my tongue is out at this point but this is somewhat lost in virtual translation).
On the more important side: ow! That all sounds really uncomfortable. You’ve had a tendon hit before? Seriously? That just sounds wrong. I’m sure the surgery itself will be fine, though. You seem to have a surgeon who cares about not traumatizing his patient, which has to be a good start.
Ow, on your behalf. This better go right for you, or I’ll wreak some horrible and unknown vengeance.
I’ve always had good veins, but worried constantly if they were bad. Is that normal?