They don't call me a great man
for nothing.
In fact, they charge me quite a bit!
I thought perhaps that they had developed new technology that made it easier to draw blood, because for the last couple of years, the phlebotomy techs at the Health Campus have been able to draw blood quickly and easily. No Such Luck TodayToday, the initial tech had difficulty, and called a second, and the second called a third, and even she had trouble. She kept apologizing for the pain, and yes, there was some pain involved, but as far as I was concerned, the biggest problem was the embarrassment my veins were causing the phlebotomy tech. And, of course, now I have some rather massive bruising that I'll carry around for the next week. When I was married to my late first wife, Em, she was taking massive doses of cortisone, which makes one tend to make that problem worse. She could walk across a carpeted living room, not tripping over anything, and break a bone in her foot, brush against a nicely-polished edge of furniture and tear loose 12 square inches of skin, and as for bruising, she was always black-and-blue. Assumptions Of GuiltMore than once, we'd be someplace and a police office would approach us and ask her if she didn't want to prefer charges against me, warning her that physical abuse sometimes ends in murder. It was hard for her to convince them that I hadn't beaten her, that I was kind and gentle, and the meds she took for the lupus did this to her. I would always panic when that would happen, and then I would be so embarrassed for her, because a woman wants to look her best, not all black and blue. With a guy, one assumes that it may have been some sort of industrial accident involved. I keep thinking that, one of these days, I'll have left that life behind me, and then something stupid like this happens, and I'm still grieving for a woman who died forever ago. Other Bloggers On Related Topics: |
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