MRIs and Valium and Echos, Oh My

This morning I went to UVRMC to get my tests done--and they weren't really that bad. The Valium worked well--or if it didn't, I didn't really care (which means that it DID work, right?!) Just relaxed with it on board, but it made walking a straight path kinda difficult! You'll have to ask Tracey if I acted strangely while under it's influence :) The echo was actually more obnoxious--the ICU nurse wasn't sure if she got the IV in--it wouldn't advance at first. And I'm thinking if she can't hit that garden hose in my ante-cube, I don't know how well she did in ICU! Never fear, tho, cause it worked. And apparently, my lungs are all sorts of in the way of my heart....the tech had a hard time getting a good view. Which just verifies the fact that I've known for a long time--I'm a medical marvel. But she finally made it happen (she was really good at her job) and finished the ultrasound. She couldn't tell me any good or bad news, of course, but that didn't stop me from trying to wheedle it out of her! I get the results in a few days, which means that she stood firm on not telling me, and that means she gets to keep her job!
I came home feeling super exhausted....from all the laying around, I bet...and took a long nap where I had dreams of being so sedated I couldn't open my eyelids! Good times.