Got up at 8 this morning (early!) because I wanted to get to the lab before work. Moon needed a fasting insulin test, which is best done after rolling out of bed. Moon was a bit nervous. She firmly instructed the technician not to even try to take blood unless the vein was absolutely, positively right there. I had mine taken from my hand. Piece of cake. The third technician to look at Moon’s arm decided to take the plunge (ignoring Moon’s demand for a promise not to wiggle the needle) and succeeded.

Not bad at all. I wasn’t too late for work, and my boss said some very complimentary things about the job I’ve been doing lately. I heard a bit about his vacation adventures, which included jumping out of airplanes and doing loops in a biplane. Later in the day, there were a few appointments still available for a massage, so I took one. I signed Pete up for the other. It more than made up for the discomfort of having blood work.