Now I remember why I'm never going to bear children. I can't even stand a needle in my arm for five seconds. Childbirth? You've got to be kidding me. I have an incredibly low threshhold for pain. I started screaming before the needle was in my arm. In fact, I am so weak that for hours after I had my blood taken I was limping around as if I were in unimaginable pain. It hurt just to bend my arm.

But think about it. It's totally unnatural. If you have a needle sucking blood out of your arm long enough, you'll die. (Of course, if you do anything long enough, you'll die. If you inhale too much oxygen, you will suffer a long, drawn-out death that takes place within seventy or so years.) But that doesn't detract from my original point, which is that I hate sharp objects. I also hate metal objects. Sharp metal objects are the worst. I kid you not, if you put a sharp, metal object near my face (doctors sometimes do this for no apparent reason other than to see me squirm) I get horrible headaches that can only be relieved by applying pressure to my forehead. No one believes me when I say this, but it's true.

So after all of that, I was kind of hoping that I had some kind of cholesterol problem so that the whole needle-in-the-arm pain thing wasn't a waste. But noooooo, the doctor called back a few hours later; "Her cholesterol is 143, which is good."

On the plus side, I must be doing something right with my "diet" (snerk). I might as well continue gorging myself with vanilla and chocolate chip pop tarts since it doesn't seem to have any adverse effects in the cholesterol department. In fact, this morning I actually had yolk with my scrambled egg whites, because I figured I had some cholesterol to spare. Does it work that way?

What is cholesterol?

I haven't added anything to my page for awhile, so I thought I would tell everyone about my cholesterol. Bear with me as my brain turns to mush over summer. Once school starts again (on the 29th, I think) my brain should de-mush a little.

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