Anupriya took me to the hospital on Monday because I had an epic migraine and I couldn’t stop throwing up and I fainted in the shower. I owe her one—I really didn’t want an ambulance to come find me naked on my bathroom floor all rolled up in my shower curtain and my old lady shower cap. Saying ‘shower curtain’ and then ‘shower cap’ sounds redundant, but I can’t help it that nobody bothered to pick cooler names for those things.
Anyways, I had to get this crazy test to take a picture of my heart and this hot male nurse put all of these little sticky tabs on my boobs and clamped them to these wires. It was weird. Then I had all of this medicine and those “fluids” bags given to me through an IV, then I waited around to leave.
My decrepit self feels pretty normal now.
