on drawing blood

i took the day off, not for fun [i wish i did though], but to take dad and mum for their health check up and blood tests. i know. odd that i actually have to take the day off to do it. BUT. dad is a stubborn man. very stubborn. he declares that he doesn't believe in 'western medicine' and thus, even when sick, rarely goes to the doc. so anyway, he has been having certain symptoms lately and having put if off a month, i knew i had to, as my sis puts it, literally drag my dad to the clinic. yes yes, i'm an agressive girl. anyway, since i can't very well tie dad up and put him in the car, i blackmailed him, well sort of.

i told him i was going to take the day off and not go to work. IF he doesn't go to the clinic with me, then i would have taken the day off for nothing and that wouldn't go well with him. my dad, being a very firm believer of reponsibility, integrity and etc, wouldn't let me 'not go to work' for nothing.

so we went to the lab.

i listened [dad HAD to pick an early appointment] half asleep as the consultant explained the various 'packages'. i thought to myself, how ironic. i mean, we're not here to shop! obviously we're only at a blood-test lab due to unwanted circumstances and there she was, going on and on about package A, B or C; the difference being the amount of tests, the types of scans and stuff. half asleep, i let dad picked whichever, as long as it included a blood test. we settled for a full blood test with everything - X-Ray, scan this and that ....

watching the girl draw blood, literally, jolted me awake and i thanked god i didn't have to do it. crazy me. but i don't think i'd enjoy having my blood sucked out like that.

in the doctor's room, i practically interrogated the doctor, asking this and that. causes. symptoms. effects. results. why. so? how. then? haha. good thing the doctor was a very kind man.

results out on friday .....