napoleonherself | Blarg, I am stabbéd.

So I finally got around to going to the health center, after like a week of having the order for the stabbing. And now I have been stabbed. They took my blood and charged me $64 for the privilege. Jerks.

Thus there is a tiny hole in my arm, with a bruise forming around it. And it hurts a little when I move the arm. Apparently mecha feels nauseous when they take his blood, but it does NOTHING to me, so I LAUGH at his weakness. Mwahahaha. And... they'll test my blood for stuff, and stuff. They want to make sure I don't have insulin resistance syndrome, which is, like, diabetes before you actually get diabetes. My hormones have basically been screwed up since the dawn of forever, which it's now a process of elimination to make sure that didn't cause any Bad Things.

I'm a bit weird right now, but that's because A) I didn't sleep well last night (despite being doped up on Ambien... stupid universe) and B) I had to fast before the blood test so even though I did eat breakfast after we got back I'm still sort of wibbly.

Who likes cheese? I like cheese!