The bad news: the orange drink is so nasty I gagged. Twice.
The bad news: bruises on both arms.
The sort-of-good news: only one bruise on each arm, after multiple pokes.
The good news: it's over and I'm at work now!
I think I lost about a cup of blood.* The glucose tolerance test wasn't the only thing the doctor ordered; the first draw was something like seven vials... and she forgot one, so the second draw wasn't two, it was three... and the other two draws were two. I need a steak.
*edit: that's an exaggeration.
The bad news: bruises on both arms.
The sort-of-good news: only one bruise on each arm, after multiple pokes.
The good news: it's over and I'm at work now!
I think I lost about a cup of blood.* The glucose tolerance test wasn't the only thing the doctor ordered; the first draw was something like seven vials... and she forgot one, so the second draw wasn't two, it was three... and the other two draws were two. I need a steak.
*edit: that's an exaggeration.
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