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It's all about O-
Jul. 11th, 2005 01:41 pmI at times feel like a Andrew Lloyd Weber Baron Lloyd-Weber cliché: Being used to trouble I anticipate it/But all the same I hate it, wouldn't you? To be perfectly honest, am getting a bit fed up with it.
Every blood test I have go through (too many), the person taking the blood insists they will be the first to get the apparently easy, but in reality collapsed, left arm vein to yield the blood to fill all those bloody (no pun intended) vials.
Of course, they never do. It just means I get the (Oh! Hark the angels!) joy of being multiply perforated.
Every single time. Today was no different. Five times. In the end they had to do it from the wrist - like I had asked, at the very start.
No, my lackadaisical egocentrism doesn't have what it takes to go Solipsistic, but damn... It's not hard for me to picture some divinity with a dark & twisted sense of humour pointing and laughing, "Ahhh... This never gets old.".
It is, indeed, Monday.
( Bloody... )
Every blood test I have go through (too many), the person taking the blood insists they will be the first to get the apparently easy, but in reality collapsed, left arm vein to yield the blood to fill all those bloody (no pun intended) vials.
Of course, they never do. It just means I get the (Oh! Hark the angels!) joy of being multiply perforated.
Every single time. Today was no different. Five times. In the end they had to do it from the wrist - like I had asked, at the very start.
No, my lackadaisical egocentrism doesn't have what it takes to go Solipsistic, but damn... It's not hard for me to picture some divinity with a dark & twisted sense of humour pointing and laughing, "Ahhh... This never gets old.".
It is, indeed, Monday.
( Bloody... )
