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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

With The Man last night. Bed was too soft. I tossed and turned all night, and my lower back is out today.

I had to go to the doctor's office for a blood draw this morning. It was pretty bad. The first phlebotomist couldn't find a vein on the left arm, so she tried the right. She got into a vein, but couldn't get a flow. She tried again, still no flow.

She called in the second, more experienced vampire, who tried the left. It hurt, a lot. I was making squealing sounds. She couldn't get a flow either. I asked her if she quit because of the yelps, and she said no, that she couldn't get anything. So they sent me to the lab at the hospital, where the guy tried a different spot on the left arm, and got it done.

On the drive over to the hospital I was wondering why they had so much trouble. I drank a lot of water last night and this morning, so I should have been hydrated. Then I had a thought. If one had absolutely mind-blowing fantastic incredible sex an hour before the blood stick, and if one were still, um, congested, you know, is there still a large proportion of the body's blood supply in the pelvis and could that make it difficult?

I asked the hospital lab guy, in as roundabout way I could, and he cracked up. He said no, that shouldn't matter. (He doesn't realize how congested I get.) But I guess if the brain is still getting blood, there should be enough in the arm.

I have a problem where sometimes my blood vessels go into spasm when they get punctured, and they shut down. It's actually a good thing, I'm less likely to bleed to death if I get cut, but sometimes it's inconvenient. I think my left arm was shut down for most of the morning. My hand was cold and the whole arm felt weak. Now the elbow feels bruised side to side, and my forearm aches like I'd been working it too hard.

A new thought - I often wonder why I'm still seeing The Man. I do believe he loves me, and I love him. But I also don't believe this is going anywhere. I want something more accessible and more comfortable. More companionable. And yet, every time I see him, the first glimpse of his face, I fall in love all over again.

Um, that "brain getting enough blood" thing? Maybe that's my problem. One look and the blood all goes south.

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Thuds from TV news readers, who should know better:

The word is oriented, not orientated.
The word is conversed, not conversated.

Hey, I've told those guys a dozen times! They're not listening!
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