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1PlayfulFemme · 03-12-2011, 06:13 AM

I confess I HATE having blood work done...even if my wife is an RN who can hit a vein a mile away.

I confess even more than having it done, I hate the anticipation of having it done only to find that because I fasted (no liquids, no food as per doc) for 14 hours beforehand, I was FAR too dehydrated to get even a drop of blood out of me. Furthermore, I confess that they were going to stick me 3 times (once an hour for 3 hours) and none of that worked. I finish this part of the confession with the truth that even after they took the needle out of my hand, no blood came.

I confess that I know it's early to talk about blood...I apologize if you are sensitive to the word.

I confess that I am cranky cuz I have to do it next week...but now I can drink water all night.

I confess that my baby neice (3 years old...and a BIG GIRL...not a baby [according to her]) is the most adorable child in the world!

I confess that you couldn't wipe the smile off my face last night. I offered to mix a kool-aid for her (those lil individual water packets)...she loves to shake the bottles up (not so great when she is bringing you a soda...fair warning). So! I asked her if she wanted to go with me. She said yes, I got up off the couch and before I could take one step she said, "COME ON BABY!!!" My sides split!!

I confess that I don't know how I lived a day without her in my life. She is the most amazing child I have ever known. She may not be mine by blood (she was an adopted miracle) but she is mine by love...until she is 187...then we can re-negotiate.

03-12-2011, 06:13 AM	#1316
1PlayfulFemme Member How Do You Identify?: An Unwitting Thread Derailer! Preferred Pronoun?: She, femme through and through Relationship Status: She is my soul. Join Date: Oct 2010 Location: In a lil sparkle of fairydust Posts: 1,026 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 6,890 Thanked 2,362 Times in 697 Posts Rep Power: 21474852	I confess I HATE having blood work done...even if my wife is an RN who can hit a vein a mile away. I confess even more than having it done, I hate the anticipation of having it done only to find that because I fasted (no liquids, no food as per doc) for 14 hours beforehand, I was FAR too dehydrated to get even a drop of blood out of me. Furthermore, I confess that they were going to stick me 3 times (once an hour for 3 hours) and none of that worked. I finish this part of the confession with the truth that even after they took the needle out of my hand, no blood came. I confess that I know it's early to talk about blood...I apologize if you are sensitive to the word. I confess that I am cranky cuz I have to do it next week...but now I can drink water all night. I confess that my baby neice (3 years old...and a BIG GIRL...not a baby [according to her]) is the most adorable child in the world! I confess that you couldn't wipe the smile off my face last night. I offered to mix a kool-aid for her (those lil individual water packets)...she loves to shake the bottles up (not so great when she is bringing you a soda...fair warning). So! I asked her if she wanted to go with me. She said yes, I got up off the couch and before I could take one step she said, "COME ON BABY!!!" My sides split!! I confess that I don't know how I lived a day without her in my life. She is the most amazing child I have ever known. She may not be mine by blood (she was an adopted miracle) but she is mine by love...until she is 187...then we can re-negotiate.