Tap me like a maple tree
Spoiler alert: I don’t own an automobile. Never have. But I hear things. Like, did you know that people change the oli in the motor? An under-thie-hood thing. And the really careful owners will take a sample of the old oli, and send it off to a laboratory for forensic analysis? I have an appointment for some “blood work”. I beieve that they treat you like a maple tree. Use some sort of tap and collect a bilt of blood (think sap) to be analysed in the lab. I am in favour
Well, we have similar possibilities, in the health care world. I had a visit with my generalist, this morning. Nothing too intrusive; my blood pressure was decoded, using a machine (akin to getting the oil pressure cheched by the mechanic). And I now have an appointment to be tapped.
To the lapoerson, blood looks like blood. A know colur, viscous, not usually found flowing out uncontrollably. But, once they pout the stuff into test tubes, scientists can determine all mammer of things about you. I am curious, and if someone can predict my health going forward, I say “siphon away. Apparently my body will produce more, as long as I eat and breathe. Cool!
Unlike my local garage. , this is all for “free”. Double-cool. I’ll wait for the verdict (is he aive or dead, Doctor?) My gut feeling is that I am healthy as a horse, albeit without a long tail. But then, I am a bit of a ninny. Equine joke. This is one of the better parts of being a citizen of the country. Free horse jokes. And blood work.
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