1.17.03 vein

I found a holistic medical doctor. He listened to my history and nodded. He laughed when I stated that I am a recalcitrant patient, disobedient and not likely to follow through on any prescribed therapy. We agreed on a series of tests that should be peformed. I told him that he could check my sed rate and anti-nuclear antibodies if he wanted, but I won't take prednisone or anti-inflamatory drugs even when I am symptomatic. The tests are always interesting but never useful -- the experience is like a carnival game of chance; I always win a fish that dies the next day. I see no point in playing that particular game.

The nurse came to draw blood and she asked me for a good vein. We both looked at my arm. The scars from years of botched tests point to the best spot.

I didn't have high hopes for my visit, but the doctor seemed wise and kind, the clinic staff accomodating and fun. The nurse didn't even need me to make a fist; she drew the vials of blood without pain or fuss, and believed me when I said I didn't want tape.

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