Owie owie owie
I went to the doctor yesterday for my physical exam for the adoption. Also to get my exam forms filled out for my life insurance company, so I can increase my coverage. And I figured I may as well get my hepatitis innoculations started. So I got stuck in my right arm for hep A, my left arm for hep B, my right arm again for my TB test, and the back of my right hand (ow ow OW!) for the blood test.
Ah, well. The doctor was super nice, my blood pressure hasn't gone up as much as I expected after two months on the pill, and I'm all done getting needles stuck in me for the rest of the month.
Except...at work today, I was too busy for a regular lunch so I settled for some "machine cuisine"-- peanut brittle and smartfood cheddar popcorn, specifically (I am allergic to chocolate, so vending pickings are slim). The smartfood didn't make me much smarter but the peanut brittle certainly brought out the brittle in me. I chipped a tooth, bad enough that I have to go get a filling tomorrow if the dentist can fit me in. So that'll be another shot, and drilling and half a day wasted when I'm supposed to be getting the house ready for our social worker's visit on monday morning. Crap! And of course I've been twiddling my tongue over the sharp part of the tooth so I've got a little owie starting there too.
Normally shots, owies and such don't bother me -- I had 4 years of immunotherapy (a.k.a. allergy shots--worked GREAT by the way) and I have 3 tattoos so I'm down with getting stuck. But I'm just not in the mood at the moment...feeling like whining instead. Waah, waah, waaahh.
