#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.  

Smooth and Quick
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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.