Now that J and I are gettin hitched, we figured it was time to get a blood test. Since both our doctors are thousands of miles away in Seattle and Vancouver, and the fact that Jenny’s doctor is such a flaming cunt she flat out refused to tell Jenny her blood type or even authorize a test, we decided to do our own. You can buy them off the internet for like $10 a piece. To make a long story short, her blood type is A+ and mine is O-
When the tests arrived, we carefully took them out of their sealed packages, read the directions, and got down to business. The tests come with a lancet, and even though it’s obvious that a blood test requires, well, blood… Jennifer hadn’t quite put together how that blood was supposed to get onto the test card. When it fell into place that the spring loaded lancet would be jabbing her fingertip… that cold, calculating, unfeeling, mechanical lancet… she started to freak out a little. But, she took a deep breath and told me to do it. I lowered the lancet to her finger and she started to hyperventilate, but I followed through… there was a little click and it was all over. I was just glad I wouldn’t be having to pick her up off the floor again. She was quite the trooper.
That was a bloody good time.