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Happy New Year!
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Happy New Year, people of the western world! I hope New Year's Eve lived up to all your expectations.

I stayed home and read an excellent historical novel while eating a highly delicious cheese dip that I made myself, with celery sticks and slices of baguette on the side. Oh, and red wine, followed by 2 cups of orange-tinged hot chocolate, followed by actual chocolate, because dammit, the occasion called for a chocolate feast. I ate part of a Hershey Symphony bar, half of a Rummy bar, a single Ferrerro Rocher, and seven wedges of candied orange peel covered with dark chocolate that I expressly forbade my sister to give me for Christmas, but she did anyway.

Two days ago, I rode my bike across town to give blood (I'm a B positive, if anyone cares), and since then I've been very thirsty. I probably should have foregone this evening's chocolate and red wine, but I exercised today and took care to drink three litres of water before anything bad and dehydrating ever crossed the threshold of my lips.

Here's to 2011! I hope it brings all of you good health, happiness, and success in all your endeavors. And chocolate.

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Oh believe me, I am so knee-deep in nuisances (and always have been) that if I haven't strangled anyone already, I'm probably not going to! Actually, I once semi-strangled my brother when we were kids, but fortunately, I stopped. That would have been some bad karma.

When I give blood, or even let technicians take blood for bloodwork at a lab, I always warn them not to let me see my blood. I turn my head right away and won't look. The sight of my blood outside my body, instead of inside where it belongs, is somehow really upsetting for me. But not eh sight of blood in general. I can handle looking at other people's blood. Just not my own!

I wonder what it is in your case that makes you go all nauseous and faint when a small amount of blood is removed. I wonder if you're dehydrated?

I blame the needle phobia. I'm fine when it's sewing, or pins, or whatever, but hypodermics? AHGODGETTHEMAWAYGETTHISIVOUTOFMYARMAARAWASGASDKFLAS*freakout*!

So yeah. Hospital for dauphkantus == not fun.
I avoid that place like the PLAGUE.

I don't even get flu shots, because really, I end up catching some sort of cold anyway, and have to nurse myself back to health, so why invite trouble, via hypodermic needle?

Who knows what the real cause is. Could be the doctors office itself for all I know (that's why I need a personal blood pressure checker for @ home. Otherwise it's all "Just try to relax... Is it always that high?.........you're not relaxed are you? Well, the doctor will try again when he comes in...... You know, perhaps you should do this yourself when you're relaxed, and just bring the recordings in" xDD)

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