A Rainbow Draw

One of Diana's Birthdays
One of Diana’s Birthdays

I won’t ask Diana how old she was when I took this picture. It must have been taken in 1988 or ’89. I took it at the SIA Recruitment Center. Oh, those were the days.

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It was beautiful when I went to my Doctor’s appointment this morning. The heat hadn’t come on yet, and it felt like a warm autumn day. The only thing that spoiled that effect was that the leaves on the trees are still green. Anyway, I was enjoying the drive to the office, windows down, and an Ian & Sylvia CD playing. The music was the perfect accompaniment to the weather. I may feel that was because I probably bought that album (the original vinyl version) on an autumn day. Just as I like The Beach Boys music during summer months, Ian & Sylvia feel better in the fall.

Keeping with the musical theme for a bit longer, instead of working outside in the heat this afternoon, I watched the second part of the Martin Scorsese documentary, George Harrison: Living In The Material World. The documentary has been around for a couple of years, and I recommend it to anyone in my age bracket. I borrowed it from the library, and I’m happy that I did.

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Because I had my quarterly appointment with my doctor this morning, I went in yesterday to have blood work done. I was surprised when the woman in the lab told me they had no order for having my blood drawn, but she would call my doctor’s nurse to find out why I was there. I told her it was for an A1C test, but, of course, she needed a medical person to tell her that, so she went to make the call.

When she came back she told me that the nurse didn’t know what blood test was needed, but since I was there she would draw my blood. Also, since there wasn’t a specific test she was drawing for, she said she would do what was called a rainbow draw. That means she would draw into a number of tubes with different colored stoppers so that the right test would be covered. When she said rainbow, I thought red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. They didn’t have that many different colored stoppers, however, so she was only going to draw four tubes…well, four colors, but two purples, so a total of five tubes.

I told her that if I passed out it would be from lack of blood. She looked concerned and asked if I wanted to lie down while she did it. I assured her that I would be OK sitting up. She loosened up a bit at that point. After not being able to get into a vein in my right arm, she switched to my left and quickly drew off the five tubes. She didn’t give me a lollipop, but she did wish me a good day.

Oh, everything is fine with my health. When I saw the doctor this morning he set up orders for lab work every three months for the next ten years. He must plan on both of us being around that long…or until they change their computer system.

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