The ER

I have not been to the ER since I was a little girl. Even then, I am not sure that was a real ER, but rather a clinic in our neighborhood. Scary. My neighbor stayed with me as long as she could. I could not get ahold of my hubby (he picked a HELL of a day to leave his cell phone at home), so I called my mom. She managed to get an email out to the hubby and both raced to see me about an hour before I was released. I was poked, prodded, and tested for all kinds of wonderful things. Highlights of the day:

-peeing in a cup and carrying that around the ER looking for my nurse
-having nearly a pint of blood violently extracted and sent off for testing
-having a pelvic exam in front of some med students AND my poor neighbor
-having the urinalysis tell me I was not pregnant...then three hours later having a blood test confirm that I AM pregnant (MAKE UP YOUR MINDS!)
-waiting 7 hours to go to ultrasound, only to have to have an INTERNAL ultrasound...again in front of some med students
-These cute little old men who are "volunteers" at the ER brought me some icewater (the only nurishment I had consumed during the day) only to have me spill ice cold water all over myself
-getting kicked out of my room and spending most of the day in the hall of the ER trying not to make eye contact with strangers

Finally, I left, and went to my favorite veggie restaurant to wolf down a Santa Fe Salad. Then I proceeded to discover the joys of pregnancy nausea. What a productive day!