To celebrate the anniversary and the half-birthday of my Banished Red Cells, I tried again.
Thanks again, Huatulco. You continue to impress me with your potentially-infected mosquitos.
On the way out, I stopped by the stand with sugar-replenishing sweets. I left when the urge came over me to drink a juicebox, poke my veins with the straw, and drain my blood into the empty container to begin a competing blood drive.
I went back and told Easter (actual name) that I had already used that excuse and could I please have another one? She labeled me "Malaria Area."
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2 comments:
we have one of those in the hospital.
dehaaa!!!
You got to go to Mexico.
You win.
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