I don't suppose many people enjoy needles being stuck into them, and I'm no exception. So when I recently received a phone call asking me to go for a Blood Test I almost considered saying that I would be abroad.
Anyway, I did go, and it wasn't too bad. The nurse was pretty (v important), the jab didn't hurt too much, and it was all over within about five minutes or so.
My other objection to having Blood Tests is that they're bound to find something wrong with me, call me in for more tests, then prescribe all sorts of stuff that makes my feet swell or my hair turn green. It's rarely a simple matter.
As promised, my results came back a couple of days later to my phone, and I opened the page very warily.
You can imagine my elation when I found that I was NORMAL; yes NORMAL. I have no idea what all this bilirubin, globulin, or albumin is, but as long as it's as it should be; I'm not complaining. So, no lectures about eating less salt, or fat, or Pork pies. I don't even have to go back to see the quack.
It's official. My liver function is NORMAL. Yipee!
You cannot imagine how happy I am.