I had to visit the vampire this morning, for blood draw for my annual labs.
Did I say I hate needles ? . . . I absolutely hate to be poked and riddled by needles. My veins are so small and so deep that they can fish around forever trying to find a vein. I'd never make a good junky.
I've had so many traumatic experiences with 'experts' who cannot make a successful draw, and I end up nearly passing out, with bruises (from blown veins) and half a dozen bandages.
My new intro is "Hi, I'm Cathy. This is my arm. You only get one shot at it . . . so make the first one your best."
This was my first time with this vampire (which makes it even worse) but she did okay. It stung a bit but she kept me entertained. And I didn't pass out.
I will venture a guess that when the results come back in a couple of days, the Dr will want to see me, we will discuss high cholesterol levels and he will want to put me back on some kind of Rx to manage it. (He's a new-to-me Dr and last year was my first appt with him, and he took me off for 1 year as an experiment.)
Even after 25 years of being a vegetarian, 9 years as a strict vegan, when I was running and playing racquetball 5 days a week, my cholesterol levels were over the moon. It's hereditary.
So, what did I do after my visit with the Vampire? I went to the store and (along with some other stuff) I grabbed a carton of Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie. Frozen Yogurt. Half the calories.
Yep, I did.
I made it all the way to the other side of the store before the rational side of my brain screamed "What are you doing? Put that back!"
And, I did.
(It's the same store that had the Russell Stover's Chocolate display on sale for half price last time! I need to stay away from that store!!!!)
So, my weight this morning was the same as it was last week. That's good news.
How was your weekend?