And it was, in fact, exactly as humiliating as I expected. ( Read more...Collapse )
Later this week: bloodwork. I'm afraid of what's going to show up in it, although it's on the order of my psych doctor, basically to rule out a few things, not omg you have all the cancers. I'm still afraid of what might turn up. Like, you know, full-blown diabetes, which runs in the family and I'm at risk for. I mean, obviously, whatever turns up is something I already have, not something the bloodwork bestows upon me, so just refusing to find out isn't going to help. However, I also have a deep fear of needles--( this may squick you out, depending on your own issuesCollapse )
So. Bloodwork. Later this week.
P.S. No one can ever find my veins.
But so help me God, I have a state ID, which is good because I need a drink.
Meanwhile: The weekend's discussion of character deaths and your feelings thereunto was very good, and our querent wishes me to pass on to y'all that it helped a lot. Also, my inbox is on fire.
Linkspam! ( In which I get... a little riled upCollapse )