So, this afternoon, I had my fasting blood work Cindy wanted me to get. I had nothing in my system. If they’d wanted to do an autopsy on me, then would’ve been their chance…they lost out. I felt like I was dying with just water to hydrate me. No coffee=caffeine withdraw headache. I know, bad J.
Anyhoo, I did Fifty while I waited for Mom since it was fresh on my mind, and a diversion from the coming pain. Just as I posted it, she came. Now, two fasting people ain’t a pretty thing, you guys, but we made it work. We got there, and they took Mom immediately. She was out in minutes. Then, it was my turn.
OK, Guys, I’m a notoriously hard stick. Don’t know, just am. To boot, because of my CP, I jump, so the big a vein that you just saw, disappears. Yeah, that easy. So, 9 times out of 10, I’m a pin cushion. Yeah, I’m that guy.
Ya know how they talk about grouping in target shooting? Pick me, I’ve got three stab wounds mostly in the same area of my left forarm…and, I feel ‘em. I don’t consider myself a pussy, but that s hurt. I hoped Mom hadn’t fallen into a coma waiting for me. The techs were nice, and they knew me, telling me they miss hearing my voice on the office phones, aw! Two days of compliments from people, who knew me then…must’ve been doing something right.
After, we went to Long John Silvers for some protein, and home for some caffeine and to commiserate with Joey, who had to stay behind. Honestly, it wasn’t a bad outing…aside from the pain.
I should hear something back on Monday, maybe Tuesday.
Be good to each other.