I had to give up on giving blood, since they always have such a hard time finding my veins.

I've got some great veins, but giving blood for me is out for the low blood count reasons. Yesterday an email came from the PTO at Abby's school, asking parents to talk up the blood drive and please, come donate! and I joked to Lewis, "Wonder if they'll let me make a withdrawal?"

And now the awkward segue into asking for some good test ~ma-- after seeing the new GP today, he basically said, "Yeah, hematologist for you, missy!" and promptly made me an appointment for tomorrow morning. Words like blood marrow were thrown around and I'm trying not to freak out. He's pretty much convinced it's just a standard anemia and that I'm slow recovering from the surgery and the fact that I was walking around with a ridiculous blood count for such a long time, but he just wants to make sure.

Am I being a wuss if I say I'm a little scared?

Not a wuss at all!

Eek. Good test ~ma to you, Barb.

Yikes, Barb -- although if you already had low blood count situations, I can see where surgery would hit you especially hard.

Does it make me old if my response to this picture is "OMG CUT YOUR HAIR"?

I was just social with work people, for 15 whole minutes!

Okay, maybe 10 minutes.

Barb, lots of good test ~ma.

Does it make me old if my response to this picture is "OMG CUT YOUR HAIR"?

I think yes. But COME ON.

It doesn't matter that his hair is really stupid? I mean, it's not just long. It defies gravity and flows sideways.

Good blood, Barb.

Nilly, I hope you're right about the test. I will be disappointed to not get this gig.

Stopping thinking about it again.