Evil Nurses, EKGs, and X-Rays

So it looks like I did not sprain my ankle...it is still sore but I think with some rest and relaxation it should be up to snuff by Monday. Whew. Last night my friend B took me to the Big H (her name for the hospital) against my will (well not really, but I wasn't too eager - not a fan of doctors). The hospital was concerned that I had fainted because I was unable to tell them any good reason why I fell. So, after the nurse kicked, that's right, kicked my foot out of the way so she could get close to the blood pressure machine thingy, she left and this god of a doctor walked in. He was gorgeous. Tall, dark hair, considerate, kind...sigh. Anyway, he decided to do some tests on me to check for diabetes and check my heart 'cause apparently my heart rate was high when the nurse took it (I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact that she had kicked my foot 2 seconds prior - note extreme sarcasm). So this freaks me out. My mom had a heart attack last year and we have history of heart issues and the fact that I am morbidly obese (that is the correct medical term by the way) gives me lots of risk factors. So, here I am, in pain, petrified of doctors and hospitals (although willing to admit that this doctor was awesome) and being told that they are checking my heart. I'm thinking - wow--wouldn't it be funny if there was something seriously wrong with my heart and the reason I found out was because my good friend dragged my ass into the horrible big H? Not laughing funny, fate funny. Anyway, nurse beotch came in and did my glucose test and my EKG (ECG?) and had me in this hospital gown that doesn't fit right and sends me to x-ray where I have to walk through this room place with a bunch of men (EMTs) in it with my back open to the wind (still had my pants on, but still!) and then get the x-ray and then walk back through. Kind of embarrassing, plus I think my mascara was all over my face because I had been crying 'cause I'm afraid of hospitals, especially ones where they tell me I may have something wrong with my heart. Bloody Hell! Luckly, nothing was wrong with my heart, glucose was normal and my ankle was not broken. Gorgeous Doctor made me feel better and congratualted me on the positive steps I have been making to lose weight. He was so cool...too bad I didn't get his name... B was there for me tonight though. I am so glad to have her as a friend 'cause I never would have gone without her and she calmed me down when I told her what I had been through. She even made me laugh - she said I should have got gorgeous doctor to kiss my ankle better...I'm thinking its not my ankle I wish he would kiss - bad pinky!!! :)