#53 - Don't Like Having Blood Drawn

Well, who does? But I asked for this. I signed the papers to be in a medical study that means I get my blood drawn 12 days in a row.  The good news is, my nurse, Augusta comes right to my house. And she let me pick the time. I chose 9 am, which sort of pressures me to get going in the world.  

No I don't grin with delight every time the needle goes in... we are hamming it up for the photo.  

But I've been keeping hydrated to make the job easier for Augusta.  And so far, she's done a smooth and quick job of it!

In truth, Augusta has been a sweet surprise in the midst of all the inconvenience I've been dealing with!  We have talked about her life as a nurse in Nigeria and her 20+ years of nursing in The States. She was delighted when she found out I knew about her favorite food, Fufu.  She couldn't believe I'd feasted on some in a Nigerian restaurant in Houston.  Every day we laugh a little time together.  I rave about her clothes and hair (although she's sometimes in scrubs) And Augusta keeps me boosted, by saying I really don't look like I'm 59.  An interesting way to start each day.