|I got my wait number - ready to be stabbed.|
This morning I stepped back on the Medical Treadmill for a bit. I had a run of about a month without any doctor's appointments. It was nice.
I had to go in for a blood test (Lipid Panel test, whatever that is) for my upcoming appointment with my cardiologist. Fun times.
Remember, I have that extra heart beat. I'm all heart.
Usually when I get my blood drawn it's only a prick. A prick. Not drawn by a prick but a prick. Oh never mind.
Anyway, this morning, as nice as the guy was, he stabbed me. I was bleeding. It hurt. Nice way to start the day off. Oh well, could be worse.