The blood is drawn. It took two nurses, two arms and two “butterflies” (whatever the hell those are), but it’s drawn. It’s drawn and I’m traumatized. There’s no turning back now.
I'm willing to bet you'll have your labs back around Tuesday or Wednesday. In the meantime, stay as drunk as possible (I wish I could do that).
Good to know, I was so shook up by the nurse telling me my vein was "crooked," I forgot to ask when I'd get the results. And trust me, I'll be drunk until I do, and probably after.
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