Another work-up test for the kidney transplant process: This time they got to poke me (twice!) and leave an IV in my arm. Whoot. Then they put a ton of tape on me, told me to return in a few hours and sent me away.
It was 12p and I was hungry. I walked down the street to a food court and decided on Chinese food. And come on, you can't eat Chinese food with a fork. When in Rome, do as the Romans do... or... Chinese... But see, my arm with the IV (the right arm) didn't want to bend all the way or function properly in general.
I probably looked really stupid. I couldn't figure out how to hold the chopsticks, and the rice kept not getting to my mouth. A girl a couple tables down was staring at me. I felt like writing a sign that said "I'm not left-handed; I have tube in my vein!!" I didn't. I couldn't write.
Actually I ended up writing a couple things with my left hand just to see how it went. I'm not sure what it says, if that's any indication.
1 year ago