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I woke early this morning for another blood letting – one more time to check my levels and see how my meds are working. Now that my dose is .050 rather than .025, I’d say they are working pretty damn well compared to before. But I might need to go a little higher, we’ll see.

I waltzed into the lab boldly, as I have done this three times in as many weeks and felt confident that them draining the blood out of me was not going to make me faint like it has in the past. But the third time was tricky, see, I was over cocky. When I was assigned to my blood letter I said to the room, you must be the best one, but when she couldn’t find a vein in my trusty right arm, she began poking around on my left and meanwhile, the patient who had sat down next to me with the other blood letter was up and gone in a flash. I said faintly, “So soon?” That blood letter looked at me, cocky, and said, “Maybe you were wrong, maybe I’m the best.”

I think right then and there she put a spell on me.

By the time they had sucked out the blood from my minuscule vein, I was almost horizontal and so then they had to get me juice, then they had to lay me down on the bed, then they had to dramatically draw the curtain around so that now everyone was wondering what happened to the pale, bald woman who was so bold when she came in.

I lay there – forcing my recovery then finally rose, capable of taking myself out of there, and said to the crowd, “I’m a touch paler than when I came in, but no worse for wear.” Then I made my dramatic exit.

I used to be somebody back in the day – a vampiress with a bottle of Turkey in one hand and a cig in the other. Oh yeah, baby, I was cocky then.

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