The insurance company sent a nurse out today. Height, weight, pee in a cup, blood pressure, etc.
Then came the all important blood draw. I warned her that my veins are tricky. They roll, or they have weak walls, or they're fragile - no one can ever quite agree, just that they are bad.
As usual, she didn't quite believe me.
Now I have two punctures in the crook of my left arm. And one on the back of my right hand where she even tried using a syringe.
Nothing came out.
What's that old saying? You can't get bood out of a turnip? Or maybe it's a stone.
Well, you can't get blood out an April either.
Oh, and after all that - my pulse was still only 64!
