We’re in the process of combining some of our life-insurance policies, so I had to participate in a relatively simple physical today. Part of it involved drawing blood samples so that they can run some diagnostic tests back in the lab. I think when I was younger, I would look away and clench my eyes together hard when I knew I was about to be poked with a needle. But over time, I somehow developed the habit of staring the needle down instead…like “I dare you to poke me.” To be honest, it also makes me feel a little bit more macho.
Actually, keeping my eyes open is a lot more interesting. It’s somewhat fascinating to watch as the piece of metal pierces the skin, and then begin to see, after a few seconds of delay, the deep redness of my life gushing out into a test tube. It’s surreal. And, it’s a good thing my veins are pretty prominent; makes it easier for the needle to find its mark without any of that unnecessary prodding and poking around.
As a byproduct of the physical, I also discovered my measurements: 39.5″ – 33″ – 40.5″.