Life in the 10th grade.
The VA nurse came out today to see my hubby. She tried to draw some blood but stuck him twice and didn't try again. She said she'd wait and get it the next time. He doesn't mind being poked with the needle. He says it doesn't hurt at all. They usually get it out of the top of his hand in one of those veins which are easier to see. But she had no luck there either. He had some lab work done before and she brought the results today. His cholesterol was 132! Woohoo, that is great! All of his blood work was good except his B12 is low, so he will have to start taking some medication for that.
That reminded me of when I was in high school, 10th grade. I was skinny as a rail back then. We lived about 15 miles from town and I rode the bus. I would get sick every morning and throw up. I threw up so much on the bus that the driver, Big Bill, told me to please let him know if I was sick and he would stop the bus and let me get off. I had him stop many times to let me off. Usually when that cold morning air would hit me the feeling would ease off. One morning we were unloading at the school and I was almost up to Big Bill and it just came out right there in the aisle and I puked my guts out. Big Bill said, "Rachel, couldn't you have waited just a little bit longer?"
It was awful to be sick every morning. I tried eating and not eating. Didn't matter. I'd still get sick. I got up earlier and rode the horse before I went to school thinking that if I did something first it might help. It didn't. Then my monthly cycle quit coming (sorry folks to talk about such a personal thing). There was one teacher that most of the kids didn't like, the Algebra teacher. I liked her though. I got sick in her class and she took me to the sick room and she came back to check on me. I thought she was really nice to do that. They called my Dad to come and get me and he came about 3 times and picked me up. The next time they called he said, "Little girl, I am getting tired of having to come to school to pick you up all the time. You are going to the doctor."
The doctor checked me over and he could put both hands around my waist and make them touch, so you know how skinny I was. He said, "You don't have enough blood to keep a chicken alive." I had to go every week for 4 weeks and get a B12 shot, first in one hip and then the other. I also took iron pills. I got to feeling so good. I can't tell you how good it felt to get up and not be sick! I felt like a new person. Soon then the monthly cycle came back and all resumed to normal.
I know, morning sickness and no monthly cycle, some of you probably thought of pregnancy. At that time in my life that was not even a remote possibility! I still thought boys were creepy!