What does one do when they are home for a mere 36 hours between trips?
Go get fasting bloodwork done, of course.
I had a doctor’s appointment a few weeks ago, but he never got the orders for labs in before the actual visit. I mean, he poked and prodded me appropriately, and I paid for that privilege, but normally he provides results from getting stuck in the arm. This time it was all backwards.
Now, I’ll have to call and email him to get my results – but that’s ok.
With my travel, I have been gone way more than I’ve been home. Today was about the only day I could do it. Since I have to fast for 12 hours (I cheated – I only fasted for 11. Sue me!), I just waited until they opened, went down and had this done:
They don’t need to know. It’s none of their beeswax.
Then there is always this popular signage – just to remind you that blood and body fluids (possibly yours!) are a ‘hazard’. A biological one. Not unlike Anthrax. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Possibly like Anthrax.
Song by: Suzanne Vega