My Body Does NOT Like This!

The day after I went to the doctor's office for the first time, I had to go back. They wanted to take blood, but I couldn't eat anything after midnight. I had eaten breakfast before going the first time so they told me to come back.

I had never had blood drawn in my life! I was nervous, but my amazing husband was there went me. Even though he can't stand the sight of blood, he was still there for me. I am so glad!

After the nurse tried once in each arm, with no luck, the doctor came in and got it on the first try. But after that, both of my arms felt numb and tingly. I was worried about that. Is that normal?! After a little while my left arm felt normal again, but my right arm (where they got the blood from) was numb and tingly all day. After a while it actually started to hurt! I called my mom, who is a registered nurse, and asked her what I should do. Know what she said? "You'll be ok". She didn't even answer my question! Great mom. Great.

Thankfully after some tylenol and a good night's rest, my arm is back to normal.

Then, YESTERDAY, the day after my arm thing, I hit my pinkie nail on the frame of our couch. I still have my acrylic nails on from our wedding, 3 weeks ago. I've been meaning to get them taken off, I just haven't. When I hit my nail, it ripped off part of my real nail!! Its still attached at the cuticle and the acrylic nail is still attached, so I put a bandaid on it to keep them on. I'm hoping that it will either reattach itself, or my nail will just grow out and I can keep clipping the nail. Thankfully it doesn't hurt today. Yesterday though...OMG! So bad. I had to take a percocet. LOL!

Well, long story short, I do not like pain. My friend says I should live in a cage so I can't hurt myself. Hmm... Maybe she's right...

Much Love,

Tell Me About It Thursday

So, I've been trying to figure out what I wanted to share about my early years. It's kinda hard for me to just randomly think of stories. But if I get to talking about stuff, then it just kinda rolls. LOL!

Anyways. I've decided to share a story about when I was a baby. See, I was a very particular baby. I HAD to be rocked to sleep every night. My mom couldn't just lay me in my crib and expect me to go to sleep. OH NO! She had to rock me to sleep. Well, one night, I was screaming bloody murder as she was rocking me to sleep. She was exhausted because I wouldn't shut up. And she needed to go to the bathroom. So she put me in my crib, still screaming bloody murder, and she went to the bathroom. By this point she was crying. Well, I was mad. I climbed OUT of my crib. During that process, I got my leg stuck in the bars as I fell to the floor. I couldn't cry any louder, because I was already screaming as loud as I could.

When my dad came home, he found me on the floor, screaming as loud as I could. He found my mom in the bathroom crying. He didn't know what was going on. So we finally calmed down and my mom was rocking me again. I kept reaching down toward my leg. She called my doctor and he said that if it was still bothering me the next morning to bring me in. It was. Long story short, I ended up fracturing my leg. I had a cast up to my waist. And apparently I wore it off before it was supposed to be taken off.

Now, Obviously I don't remember this. But my mom has told me this story many many times! Hehe. Love you Mommy!!!

Much Love,