we only need a sample of your blood...but we'd also be happy to take some of your dignity while we're at it...

ok so yesterday my doctor's office called...
it seems my doctor is a little unhappy that when i saw him three weeks ago...i promised to go in and do my blood tests...and well...
i still haven't...

so i agreed to go...
but it meant..
not eating breakfast until i have my blood drawn..
and well..
there's absolutely nothing appealing about that to me...
still..

i went in...
the technician was a young guy..
he sat me in the chair..
i was wearing a long sleeve sweater...so..
i asked the guy if it was ok to pull the sleeve up..
if it would work for him..
and he said it would...
so i did...
and this guy was good at his job...
i never felt him poke the needle in...
anyway...
afterward...
he gets a cotton swab..and some surigical tape..
he covers where he poked me...

then i try to pull my sleeve down over the tape and cotton swab...
but it's clear the tape will probably stick to my sweater..
instead of continuing to stick to my skin...
so..
the technician looks at me and says...
"i guess i could use a bandaid...i try not to use them though...because...
on old people they tend to rip the skin when you pull them off..."


todays music...approriately enough...
wilco...when you wake up feeling old...

"when you wake up,
feelin' old...
at this piano filled with souls..
some strange purse,
stuffed nervous with gold...
Can you be where you want to be?

walk down any street,
you can find...
look at any clock telling time...
sing some strange verse,
from some strange song of vines,
and you'll be where you want to be..."