G drove me to my appointment. The orange didn't taste bad cold but it burned my throat like there was hidden hot sauce in it. It sugar crashed me and made me sleepy and then I found out my favorite phlebotomist quit. G stayed in the car which was probably for the best.
The change put me on edge a little. The head nurse had to do my labs so I gave her the PTSD talk and explained what to do if I spiraled. Big surprise, she missed my vein (probably from me psyching her out lmao) and I fainted.
I blacked out and came to hugging her, like "face against her boobs, don't leave me" type hugging. She was patting my back like I was drunk. I was embarrassed and apologized and she was laughing because before that I apparently grabbed her by the scrub collar and demanded to know where I was and what they were doing to me.
I have 0 memory of that part. I was just relieved I didn't swing at them like I did on the ER staff during March's spiral 😅 She said she'd never seen that before but at least I warned her before hand. She sat with me until I was "normal" and my color and temperature came back. She was reassuring.
Now I'm back home. G picked up Mexican food and I could barely pick at it. He wanted to eat in the restaurant. I tried but it can be a trigger for me and I was still grasping at what day it was and what I was doing. Sweetpea is super active tho. I feel like I want to bury myself in covers and cry. B is taking sprout to a psych appointment soon and I'm too afraid to nap because I'm afraid I'll sleep through my alarm for the digital class I have in a few hours.
Im pretty done with today.













