Friday night phlebotomy

the investigations into my liver continue. tonight (after work) at the phlebotomy lab, the lab technician asked me the reasons for the blood test. I told him that there are concerns about the health of my liver.

He shook his head and asked, “so you drink a lot?”

I barely drink at all. One glass of wine and I am plastered. Actually, not even one glass.

“Did you used to drink?”

Not really. Not much.  I don’t even like being around people who are drinking, even in the same hemisphere.

He told me that he used to drink sometimes 10 beers a night, and it would feel fun, but then he would feel horrible the next day.

I said, “I understand. That’s why I almost never drink.”

Then he told me about how awful the AA meetings are, and that alone should be enough reason for people to avoid alcohol.

I said, “I understand.”

Then he asked, “So you didn’t like the AA meetings either?”

I didn’t know how to respond.

Was the blood test like some sort of lie detector test of my liver?

Was my liver living a secret life that I was too clueless or naive to know about?


About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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