5 Stiches Later...I am Awesome

This morning I went to a blood lab here for them to draw blood for a routine checkup. (See Michelle? All the friendly reminders worked.)

I don't do well with needles.
I don't do well when people take blood out of my body.
This time was no exception.

I fainted while the doctor was taking the blood (99% because of nerves and irrational fear of needles). But she had me sitting in a chair, and I fell out of it. And hit my head on the bed I should've been in, followed by the tile floor. And came to with a massive headache and blood everywhere and totally confused saying "Where am I? Where am I?" in English.

The people at the blood lab made me go to the hospital. They moved my car to their parking lot and drove me in one of their lab trucks.  We called Alexandre on the way. I had the car, so he took a taxi to meet me there. They didn't take me to his hospital, but to the one that is covered under my insurance here. The problems came not from drawing the blood, but from hitting my head so hard. I was having sharp pains in my neck and head, so they took x-rays.  Everything seems Ok. So then they decided to put stitches in the big gash that I acquired on my forehead. But because of its positioning, they decided to call in the plastic surgeon, to have him do some nicer, more difficult stitches.

The plastic surgeon is one of my students at the school. I just had class with him last night. So needless to say, he was a bit surprised to see me. He made some jokes with me and Alexandre, like "good thing you're okay! Don't want to lose my English teacher!" and he let Alexandre watch while he did the fancy stitches, and he explained the process to him step by step.

5 stitches later, I'm home in bed with a really stiff, sore neck. I also have a black eye that's more blue than black and that looks like a really bad 80's makeup job that won't come off. And I've got some random bruises all over from the fall. And as a result of my fear of one needle, I  had to get like 6 more over the course of the day. And did I mention my neck hurts?

Alexandre's here with me, feeding me McDonald's ice cream, keeping my ice pack up-to-date, and giving me pain meds. I canceled my classes for the day so I can lay down and complain a bit.

No pictures--  I look a fright!  But I thought you'd all enjoy the story.