No, not those belly shots. I forgot to tell you about the belly shots they gave me every day in the hospital last month. In order to prevent blood clots they gave me a shot every day. In the belly. Not fun. By the time I left the hospital I looked like some sort of junkie! Well, if junkies shoot up in their bellies. Not sure where they shoot up anymore. Man, I had so many needles in me I swear I don’t see how people could be a shoot up junkie! Needles hurt!
I also forgot to tell you about the ice pack. One of the places they took blood was from the inside of my wrist. Man did that hurt. I’ve had a TON of blood taken and have never shed a tear, til then. It burned. Like a hot poker burn. So my nurse made me an ice pack. Well then I had to be wheeled down for a CT scan. Every hospital worker I came in contact with during my CT scan outing commented on my ice pack. No one mentioned my IV pole or my bruises or asked why was I in the hospital in the first place. But they ALL wanted to know what was up with the ice pack. Really? Cracked me up.