I drank so much electrolyte drinks and water, I was floating away.
We picked up the church lunch and went to the lake which was closed to car traffic. You can see the workers have put up some of the Christmas decorations. So, the park will not be open until well after New Years. We sat in a parking overlooking the lake, a view we don't get when parked at the lake.
The meal was soup. It was delicious, but way too spicy hot and had English peas. So, I had the salad. Tommy had my soup and a bowl zucchini for dinner. I will be having the second salad for dinner. So, we ate two meals, bought nothing and cooked nothing. They include cookies, crackers, utensils, salt and pepper. Sitting in the shade overlooking the lake and having lunch was calming after what seemed like hours of being poked and punctured.
Driving to Cullman was my best option. I have been to clinics here and found professionals, nurses/people who were rude, slammed things around, huffed because my bad, little veins were defying them. In a word or two, they were short and incompetent. If I can go someplace where they will give me a shot in the back of my hand for pain, I can handle a needle stick there. The big, tough Physician's Assistant confirmed that the needle in the back of the hand is indeed very painful.
This has been going on since I was 21.
Tommy is exhausted, too, but willing to drive me back for a third time this week. I am going nowhere.
Do your veins resist blood draws? What do you do to make it better?
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