Simple Thoughts

I hate getting blood drawn. I don’t like it. It’s uncomfortable. It hurts to get stuck, and frankly, I just find it annoying to have to go to the lab and have someone put me through mild pain. Because I value my family though and want to be healthy for them, I went and got a physical. The doctor asked if I wanted my blood drawn for tests. I hate it, but said yes. The reason I said yes? I want to know what’s going on in the inside of me. If my body is lacking something or fighting some kind of unseen battle, I want to know about it so I can deal with it. I want to be there for my family and live a healthy life. So I did it. It took a couple weeks to make it in... because... well, the summer life happened. But I finally made time and went in to the lab. Guess what. It hurt to get stuck. It was inconvenient and annoying to fast for the 8-10 hours before (especially when Girl Scout cookies in my freezer were calling my name). But I lived and moved on with my day. Eventual...