Regrets

I woke up today thinking, today's the day for really chunky platforms. I knew I was only working a half-day and then going to a doctor's appointment. I needed to get a CT scan done, which I didn't think was going to be a very big deal. If I had known what a very big deal it was going to be, I would have dressed in a track suit.

Sweater: Old Navy, $14
Dress (as skirt): Rachel Pally via Desu Couture: $25
Boots: MIA, $58

So when I arrived at my appointment, I waited the standard hour they use to make sure you don't feel too self-important. While waiting, they played the Food Network, just to take you down another peg after not being able to eat before your exam. Then when I finally got back there, they started tying my arm up for the IV I didn't know I was getting. She put it in and said "take a look!" I am still kind of confused as to why the nurse did this. But I looked and then I mumbled lots of things and woke up to nurses in my face. They had to put me on a stretcher and I was EXTREMELY confused, except for one fact. My shoes were too heavy. I kept asking if someone could take them off. When you first wake up from passing out, usually your limbs are pretty heavy, and then they also hooked me up to fluid, which makes your limbs even heavier. The shoes basically became concrete rocks on my feet. When they got me back up, they had me hang my feet over the edge of the bed, and the weight of them almost took me down entirely. I asked about them again, but they insisted I had to wear my shoes in the hallway to the trip to the scanning room. Rules are rules, I guess.