Sep. 28th, 2004
That was awful. The procedure itself was a fucking CAKEWALK.
But afterwards, I nearly passed out. They used smelling salts on me and when I could walk again, they put me in a room to lay down and put cold compresses on me.
My mom said I gave new meaning to the word "pale".
The cramping has subsided a bit. I no longer feel nauseous or faint. But I feel like shit. Utter fucking shit.
Ow.
I don't have to be poked again till I go to the gyno for a pap in January. Thank the Goddess. Ow.
But afterwards, I nearly passed out. They used smelling salts on me and when I could walk again, they put me in a room to lay down and put cold compresses on me.
My mom said I gave new meaning to the word "pale".
The cramping has subsided a bit. I no longer feel nauseous or faint. But I feel like shit. Utter fucking shit.
Ow.
I don't have to be poked again till I go to the gyno for a pap in January. Thank the Goddess. Ow.