I’ll say it again. I think I’m a superhero.
I had to fast yesterday for another blood test, since as you’ll recall, they were unable to collect any of my precious blood last time they tried.
I don’t know why they scheduled this test for SIX-FREAKING-THIRTY IN THE EVENING. I was starving all day. Anyone who knows me knows I’m not a good person when I’m hungry. So really, any day is a bad day to fast, but yesterday was especially sucky because there free ice cream at work. 3 gallons of chocolate deliciousness and I couldn’t partake. I almost caved in. Almost.
They said the problem with my inability to bleed last time was because I was dehydrated, but truth be told: it’s probably because I am a superhero.
I drank 50oz water the night before my test, and over the course of the day yesterday, drank a little more than 64 oz. Since my last test 3 weeks ago, I’ve been drinking at least 32oz of water every day and have cut back to (gasp) 1 or 2 sodas per day. I’m clearly hydrated.
There’s only one explanation: Lady Fromage is a superhero. She doesn’t bleed. (Except when I get nervous, I get nosebleeds when I’m nervous. Like the 2 I had on my wedding day. And a few other inconvenient times, but I’m not going to go there. You can use your imagination. )
Oh yeah, I should mention that the other possible thing, I might just have “special, tiny veins” like the healthcare worker said.
No. No, I still think I’m a superhero.