The conversation went a little something like this:
ME: How much blood do they take?
Colleague: Two vials.
ME: Do they take it from your finger or your arm?
Colleague (amidst laughter and while looking at me like I am an idiot): Do you really think they could take two vials of blood from your finger??
Well, they settled on the arm. I had my blood profiled today--I don't know what that really means, aside from they take your blood, look at it, and tell you if there is anything wrong with you. And, if you're like someone else I know, you can take the results home with you and tabulate them on I'm-too-organized-for-my-own-good color coded pie graphs to watch for changes from year to year!! :)
Anyway, it was fine. I have a thing about needles and found no comfort in the fact that they put you in a conference room and set the actual blood draw station up next to a window that looks out into the hallway so that in all my horror, every student that had just gotten out of their 8:00 class could walk by and watch me sitting there, pale faced with teeth chattering to make fun of me as I had a needle shoved into my arm and blood sucked out of my vein. Dramatic? Okay, maybe a little.
Now, I'm dragging, because as part of the blood profiling, you have to fast for 12 hours--so, that meant nothing but water. Which also means that I did not wake up to my daily allotment of 32 oz. of the wonderfully sweet and caffeine filled green life nectar, more commonly referred to as Diet Mountain Dew. I'm sure I'll get through it.
Onward and upward dear friends; it is Friday, and that has to count for something.
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You're just jealous. Don't come crying to me when 10 years from now your triglycerides have jumped 6.7% and you COULD have caught it at one year and a mere .86% but NOOOO, you refused to track it!
... in color coded bars....and a few pie graphs.
My finger hurts from squeezing so much darned blood out of it. This blood profiling thing is tough!
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