I do not like doctors. Let me repeat, really do not like doctors. You'd think having a mother as a nurse would make me immune to "white coat fear". Negative. I wasn't exactly excited when they told me I had to give 10 vials of blood for my lab tests. I was less excited when the nurse just HAD to stab my other arm. I was even less excited when I almost passed out walking up the steps afterwards. And I was least excited as the day went on and my left elbow became progressively more and more black and blue and the size of a baseball. If I had a dollar for everytime I heard "Ew, what happened to your arm" for the next month...
Next week I'll get the last of my lab results back. Then hopefully it won't be too much longer till I can finally give people a country name rather than "Africa" when they ask where I'm going (again, if I had a dollar for everytime someone informed me that Africa is a big place...)
Update soon!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
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