I hate needles.
Had to go to the hospital for a "Pre Assessment". If I'd known it would involve vampires and Frankenstein, I might have skipped.
So I spent my morning having holes poked into my arms and hands (If you want blood… I'm gonna make you work for it.), being measured, weighed (*faints*) and pressure tested (I'm not a tire! Stop pumping already!), before they attached a load of wires to me, allegedly to "test the heart".
Riiiiiiiight.

Seriously though. If any vampire came to bite me, he'd starve to death. Apparently I don't have any blood. Either that, or my body realizes a needle is here, teases with a nice vein… and then goes "Gotcha! You fell for it, didn't ya!" and hides the nice fat vein.
I wish it didn't do that.
The inevitable result is that I get turned into a sieve.
I had one particular instance, where I ended up with 17 holes in my arm.
Not my idea of "Fun".
And I'm overweight. Gah.
Gotta do something about that. Not like I didn't know, but well… I'd rather not think about it.
Looks like I have to. Oh Joy.
But at least one good thing might come out of this visit today.
The very nice nurse I saw took a look at my scars and went "There really is no reason you should have to put up with those. I know a very good plastic surgeon. Would you like me to give him a call?"
Would I ever!
So I might have an appointment with him to get my belly scars fixed. That would rock.

Tags: Me, Me myself and I