I'm once again on the 7th floor of Boston Medical Center. I am here for the day, giving blood and tissue samples. Glocuse syrup? Sure. Blood pressure cuffs and an ultrasound? Deal. Sublingual nitroglycerin? Alright. Internal vein scraping? Okay(ignore huge pit in my stomach), if you must. It's funny the things we do when we feel compelled. I will be in the USA for only fifty more days, and have no savings, many outstanding bills, and a personal loan repayment owed asap to a relative. Every single day needs to be utilized. Working part-time does not cut it.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
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