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I saw a new primary care doctor and she's pretty cool. As per usual she sent me for sixteen zillion blood tests. (I almost wrote a googolplex, but that's just silly.) The bandaid the phlebotomist dude slapped on my arm was uncomfortable, but also kind of extra sticky. I'm a tear the bandaid off fast kind of girl, so I ripped it and I either took off several layers of skin or burst a bunch of capillaries. It looks icky. YAY!

I'm already scheduled for allergy testing, which I have not had done in almost 35 years. Whoa. Well, I was four.

I stopped in Paper Source today to buy my a friend a birthday card and I also had to buy her magnets with cats on them, a pack of clove gum, and a tin of hello kitty devil cinnamon candies. Um... see? I'm 12.

So I'm having tea and crumpets with butter and raspberry jam. Which also makes me feel like I'm 12 because my mother was big on tea and toasted things with butter and jam. It's one of the most comforting things I can think of--along with soft sweaters and warm cats who sleep on one's feet. And orange slippers. Orange slippers are very comforting.


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Oh, and I just realized I've been on LJ for seven years. That's crazy.

So you know how I'm always bitching about being tired? The on call doctor called while I was cooking dinner (spicy peanut soba noodles with shrimp, snow pea sprouts, carrots, and scallions) because my blood work showed several of my mineral levels are alarmingly low. He said my iron and magnesium were so low he wanted to make sure I didn't have internal bleeding. O_O

For the record: I do not have internal bleeding. But this explains in part why I feel like I'm 89 years old. The doctor will probably advise IV mineral therapy.

OMG! LEOPARD/RAT! OTP!! ♥