They’re after my blood
So hungry. No food.
An hour. Maybe two.
Yeah, tomorrow morning is my annual blood letting, so I’ve got me a fourteen-hour fast going. That part is mandatory. Before that, I was packing down oatmeal and icewater, trying to game my cholesterol numbers.
I don’t really give a shit about my cholesterol numbers, but I don’t want to go on a statin and I don’t want a confrontation with my doctor.
Four blood samples now (including my last one in the States), the doctor has given me that I’d-really-like-to-put-you-on-a-statin look.
In fact, I think the very last phone call I took in the United States was from my doctor’s office, calling me back to talk about my blood numbers.
Imagine that — my last memory of America is, “wait! Come back! Staaaaatinnnnn…!”
Ugh. I’m so hungry right now, I could eat a rottweiler.
Remember – tomorrow, 6pm sharp WBT (aka GMT) – Dead Pool Round 27. See ya!