The ER: The new date night.

First off,

Family and Friends, I'm okay.

Graham "checked us in" to the ER on Facebook last night.

As you can imagine, that sent a slew of texts, comments, and concerns. Thank you all kindly.

After having kidney/stomach pain for over a week, my family doctor was concerned it was my appendix, so off she sent me to the ER for further evaluation. I wasn't happy about it. I just wanted another prescription, and then a date night with Graham at the Grilled Cheese Grill across the street.

Que the Scene at the ER.

Crazy homeless man asking everyone if they've called his cab for him.

Women crying in the corner.

Angry man screaming profanities at the nurse.

Woman rocking back and forth and murmuring to herself.

Finally the nurse put me in a room, and a few doctors asked me a gazillion questions over and over, and then the nurse tried to get a blood sample.

Me: "My veins rolls"

RN: "Oh, (smirk) I got this.

Me: "I know, but they usually end up poking me on both arms, and then in my hand to get a sample."

RN: "Well, let me just try this."

Guess what happened?

He ended poking me six times (three in both arms) and then finally "found one."

After a series of tests (MRI and an ultrasound of everything but the kitchen sink. Cha Ching!) and four hours later,

They found nothing.

F R U S T R A T I N G

The doctor gave me some pain meds, and some reassuring words that "it's probably an inflamed kidney from previous infection".

Yes, I'm thrilled that it's nothing major. But all in all, I want my four hours back, and I still want that freaking grilled cheese sandwich.