So, I had to go to the hospital today to get some tests done. Although, this was visit #2 in less than a month. Visit #1 was a disaster. My mom lost the paperwork from the doctor, ordering the tests and the lab didn't have it. Of course, when the lab called my doctor to get the paperwork, they could not produce it in a timely manner After 2 hours of waiting in the new tower of the hospital (it is so new it doesn't have that sickening hospital-smell yet.), Mom got mad and we left. I guess I'm used to waiting because I wasn't mad. Plus, I enjoyed watching the seven (yes, seven) man-made waterfalls outside the tower. Who says you can't make a profit on the backs of the sick and infirm? Visit #2 went much more smoothly. My mom had a few choice words for my doctor's office, and they sent us a new order to present at the lab. That piece of paper made it soooooooo much easier. The moment I had dreaded came much faster than I thought. I have this insane fear of needles, and I had to get my blood drawn. I have always gotten queasy when someone takes my blood. I've even fainted a few times. I just get this horrible feeling...I can't really fully explain it, but I feel like all life is sucked out of me and everything hurts. I dread this feeling so much that I go into panic-attack mode whenever I get my blood drawn. I started to panic today, but it wasn't that bad -- the lab tech distracted me by telling me about how her daughter had to take her son to the ER that morning because some animal had bitten him in his sleep while he was at boy scout camp and it had swollen and the ER had to drain it! I was good -- a needle is much better than a random animal bite and possibly rabies! But the best part? I wasn't queasy AT ALL. No bad feeling! That makes me so happy! I hope this means it is gone for good!