Now is the time for my life to get ruined. Look at this. I can barely type. I am having to backspace and type about five words a minute because I am so freaking cold. Apparently I have circulation issues although my heart is so stinking efficient that my resting rate is only 48. Did you read that? Forty-flipping-eight. I am practically dead. Which leads me to the juice of my post.
I went to get blood work done on Friday because of my various issues (I really hope they find something so I can take a pill for my iceberg limbs and be done with it), and my daughter went back with me. The guy pulls out the massive needle and my daughter's eyes light up (she is six). She says that she will stand by me and hold my hand.
"That's a great vein," the blood-taker says "you should donate."
"Here hold this," he hands me a million tubes. He takes the needle and pierces my skin. I sit there watching.
My daughter, wide-eyed, says, "HOLY COW! You're that brave?"
She watches as my blood pours into the little tubes. "Looks like grape juice. That's so much! How are you going to walk out of here?"
In other news, did I mention that I ran like a duck yesterday? Yeah, about half-way through my eight mile, I noticed that I was jutting my feet out like a moron. All day then, my knee-leg area felt like a sore wind-up toy. I know that does not make sense, but that's how it felt. That's what happens when you get into a trance. You don't pay attention to how your feet fall. Oh yes, winter is full of blog fodder. Today my arms were frozen solid. When I finished my run I put my right arm behind my hot, sweaty back. I nearly shot straight up, my arm was so cold. Of course I did not mention that it is abnormally cold in the room where the treadmill is---but that is what happens to me. Toes go numb, fingers refuse to work, I am in the middle of Costco buying six gallons of milk and suddenly I can't feel my foot.