I’m always torn this time of year; I love all the colours and smells as nature uncurls her beauty, but I dread certain things. Mostly what I dread are the stinging flying insects as well as the bloodsuckers that seem impossible to avoid. And this time of year I must deal those suddenly alive and very hungry mosquito mommies as well as what seems like a lab sheet of required blood work that’s several miles long.
I can at least protect myself from the insects that seek my blood, unfortunately for health reasons I cannot avoid the lovely folks who let my blood for various lab tests. It’s part of the deal I made when I started treatment for my lupus.
Well to be completely fair and honest, had I know how much blood I’d be donating for lab tests and such I may have hesitated a little more about my treatment. I’m not a fan of needless and yet lupus have meant more needles than I had ever thought possible.
I have needles for blood draws, needles for treatment, needles for tests and on and on he list goes. I call myself a human pincushion at times. And yes I do call my Phlebotomists vampires. Hey you have to find fun where you can at times because laughter helps.
Now I just wish the mosquitoes would get the message that I’ve already donated my annual supply of blood.