Calling all phlebotomists

Posted by Ms. Babble

March 4, 2007

Seasonal depression is in effect. Each day I wake up in this weather and think that I can’t survive another day in the tundra. But of course the day goes by, I bundle up, trek back and forth to school, and hibernate once my obligations are done. I need a cure. Something has to change

Yesterday was the blood letting.

Not so long ago (perhaps only a century ago) medicine believed that draining blood through either cuts, leeches, or sores would help relieve fevers and other ailments. We laugh at how assinine that seems to us now but at the time it was quite a serious matter.

T & I on a whim decided to purge ourselves of this seasonal depression crap. It was literally, “Wanna go to the casino?” Me: “What the hell.” After a brief arguement of how much we were gonna bring (I really only wanted to bring $20, I swear!) we were off. I’m fairly certain that the moment I stepped foot on the casino floor my money dissintagrated into little bits of pocket fluff. But there was something invigerating about it none the less. I was a big fat loser but the draining some how leaked bits of my seasonal crappiness out of me.

Also, on the way back to town I ate a hamburger. I ate a friggin’ hamburger!! (pssst… I’m a vegetarian, ya’ll!) Wendy’s quarter pounder MEAL. Fries… soda. The works. All of this on the way to the bar where I consumed one too many beers (and definitely didn’t need that birthday shot either, T!)

Needless to say, I’m feeling a bit cleansed which I suppose was the intention. I’m sure you can argue that there really wasn’t anything positive that came out of the night, but then again neither did blood letting. Back to reality I go….

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