bits and pieces of nothing in particular
I really had intended to blog far more regularly than this. Except I find that after I go out, or do anything, I need to lie down for an hour or two. Yesterday they took lots of my blood. Five of those big vials full. When I commented that it seemed like an awful lot of blood, the nurse said that it was almost as little as they could take.
No, see, 1 small one would be as little as they could take. Five big ones is not. My friend S, who is always on 58 different drugs and needs to have every single organ’s function tested regularly never has had more than 5 vials (she is my standard for “lots of medical crap”).
I’m a total wimp when it comes to needles. However, if I look away and concentrate on a book, I’m mostly okay. I don’t scream or cry or beg for mercy. But I hate them.
I saw a friend for coffee and dessert yesterday (cheesecake, yum) and between the caffeine and the sugar and the exhaustion and whatever all else, I felt almost like I was drunk. It was exceptionally strange, and I drove home very carefully. (I had not actually had any alcohol.)
Talking about drinking and driving, 2 teenagers killed by adults driving drunk this week in Quebec (and a few injured). In an eerie parallel to the nurse who drove home with the guy still alive in the middle of her windshield (sentenced to 50 years, apparently), one of them was stuck in the windshield of the car that hit him. He drove around the small town for an hour with this dead body sticking out of his windshield before he was stopped, and is now pleading not guilty.
You know, I like the idea of no-fault insurance, but I really wish it were removed just for people who drove drunk.