Vampires?!

About three things I was absolutely positive.

First, my doctor was a vampire.

Second, there was a part of him--and I didn't know how dominant that part might be--that wanted to draw my blood.

And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably unable to understand him through his thick accent.


Yes. That's right. My doctor is a vampire. And of course it's my luck that he's not one of the sparkly, beautiful, sweet smelling kind. He was a bit old, had an accent that sounded like Count Dracula, and wanted to draw my blood as much as possible. My last appointment, Thursday, he drew three little thingies worth of blood. It left a nasty little bruise and made my arm tender. I go in for a follow up appointment today only to learn that I'll be getting more blood drawn, two shots, and a skin something-or-other. I want to say graft, but that's probably only because that's doctor talk from Grey's Anatomy.

And I have more in common with Bella then just the fact that our doctors are vampires. Apparently I don't do well with blood. Or needles. Or maybe just the fact that within 5 minutes I was stuck with 4 needles sucking out stuff or shoving it in. After my forearm was stuck with a needle for my skin whatever, I felt a very, very strong desire to vomit, followed by dizzyness, and hearing the ocean. The woman sent from Satan (who stuck me with 230482 needles), and I immediately laid down, laughing a bit crazy. She returned a few moments later, "concerned" for my well being. I recovered minutes later, only to be overcome by my vamprie doctor. He was just making sure that I was fine, but really, he wanted to suck more of my blood. I screamed and ran from the office...

okay, so that last part was a lie, and now my arms are really sore...so I need to stop typing.

hooray for shots...and for receiving more on Wednesday.