friends...

 Today I learned a few valuable lessons.

1. Never let a dermatologist take your blood.
2. Never be afraid to reach out to a good friend (or two..or three...or four...)

I don't like to get too close to people. My first defense mechanism is to push people as far away as I can.   It hurts too much when you lose someone close to you.

You know you have genuine friends when you keep pushing, but when the time comes that you really need someone to lean on (actually almost literally), they are there without a second thought. There's something so beautiful about sitting alone in a germy hospital waiting room, and looking up to see your friend come through the doors with a genuine look of worry on her face.  A friend who drops everything to take you where you need to go.  I have beautiful friends.  Seriously, wonderful people. 

I am a moody weirdo.  I am usually not nice.  I don't have much money to load them with gifts. I am always bumming quarters off them and I almost always get people in trouble. For some reason I have found this group of friends who love me, despite all this.

You all were my heroes of the day today.  

This morning was like any other (as every story from a drama queen should begin...).  I had to wake up extra early because I had an early morning dermatologist appointment.  We got there just on time, I was speaking with the dermatologist about some new medications that required blood tests and x-rays etc.  It was all a little overwhelming.

She sent in the receptionist (who I am guessing was a nurse?) to take my blood.  This is all routine for me now, I have become a bit of a hypochondriac trying to find what is wrong with me.  I had just had blood work taken two weeks prior at my family doctor's office, no big deal.  I wear big girl pants now when it comes to taking blood.

After trying once with no success  to get blood out of my old lady veins (as I have nicknamed them lovingly), she said she was going to send me to a lab to get them to take the blood.  No big deal, I still felt great.  She handed me a cotton ball and I got really confused.  It was like I didn't know why she was handing me a cotton ball.  Then came the hot "fainty" feeling.

I figured I had this under control.  I would not let myself be the fainter in the dermatologist office, so I didn't say anything.  Next thing I knew I was waking up in my bed and there were three faces, two of which I vaguely remembered, in front of me.  I said "what are you doing here?" because I really thought I was in bed! Then I had a moment of panic when I realized I wasn't at home at all and that I had just fallen asleep in public.  Then I realized that I was not in public at all, I was in the same dermatologist chair I was in and that I had fallen asleep in the dermatologist office.  So embarrassing!

I apologized over and over for falling asleep - only I wasn't sleeping.  I was apparently "having a seizure" with the whole eyes rolled back in my head and shoulders shrugging uncontrollably.  I was "out" for two minutes and wasn't even roused when they slapped my face (first time ever being slapped in the face and I'm unconscious!). The last thing I remembered was holding the cotton ball.

Then came the panic. I had to get out of there.  I was beyond mortified. After accepting a glass of water and drinking it down like I was in a desert for years, I gathered up my stack of paper and my kid and left that place, never wanting to go back! As I drove home, I became really nauseous and I developed a massive headache.  I dropped EVILBOY off at school and went to my safe spot - my bed.

Long story short, I expressed my mortification, I got myself checked out by a real doctor guy who said that I didn't have a seizure and that I am just a big old wimp who probably shouldn't try to get blood taken that early in the morning before eating real people food.

More importantly, a friend and I got to sit together for an uncomfortable hour where we listened to someone agree to a DNR (which was really really sad) and learned that we should probably never eat Hamburger Helper cooked by the blue pants lady's son - because it made her really sick.

  "A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you've forgotten the words."  
 - Unknown

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