YES: REDUCED TO MY FOOT. I’M NOT PROUD to be saying this, but my veins have all gone into hiding so badly I’m reduced to stabbing — ever so gently — in my foot.
This does not make me happy. My crazed ex, MadBirdNutNut who was as totally straight as you can get, even she was perceptive enough to tell me I’d only stop when the veins were all gone. Which has hardly happened yet because I have my untouched femoral “groin” on both sides … which I’m not sure I want to tamper with. Many people who do end up with deep vein thrombosis. Plus I have my neck — which is never getting touched. I know myself with enough confidence to say that is one bridge that is never getting crossed, and I mean that. The neck is a prime site for drips and anaesthetics. It is medically very useful and drugs-wise unwise to tamper with.
Medical concerns aside, I would like to keep some semblance of nonjunkiedom about my person. And a nicely-veined neck would make a lovely start.
George is getting old. - Having quietened my concern yesterday George fell on the steps today and couldn't get up so we've had a trip to the vet. Basically he's getting old. Dodgy ...
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