My spinal tap went surprisingly well yesterday. Hooray!
I love my doctor and nurses. I've become acquainted with everyone down there in interventional radiology. While I was in the waiting room yesterday morning (at o'dark thirty), a nurse whose name I don't know walked in and said, "Oh, Jenny! I was just thinking about you yesterday!" And my regular nurse, Tina, told me that no one has the same doctor every week, but Dr. Washington requests me every week. He always comes in early to see how much my hair has grown. Yesterday as I walked out, he said he can't wait to see my afro next week, with a pick stuck in it and everything. Then again, he also told me to dress like Sonny D for my last spinal tap. Any suggestions?
I came home, all ready to lay flat on my back and veg with my beloved HGTV. Unfortunately, my roommate forgot to tell me that starting yesterday, my TV needs a special digital box. That little surprise sort of threw me. I ended up watching some stuff on my lap top on my stomach, but then I got all hot and felt like I was getting a fever, and then I just got depressed that I need my TV because this is my life. I am so not a TV person. And yet I need my TV. Surprise!
I finally decided to take an ambien and go to bed. Sometimes it's just better to start over fresh, you know?
Coming up: Jenny bares her head and shows the growing hair on her noggin. Aren't you excited?!? It's DARK... surprise!