So the opthamologist, who is right on top of this, ordered a slew of new tests. I ran in to the lab, and the kindly phlebotomist drew 14 vials of blood. Then she double-checked her list and realized that she had missed one, so she had to stick me again and draw a fifteenth tube full. And tomorrow I need to go in again for one more draw because there is one test that they do only in the mornings. I love my opthamologist! I'm SO glad she's aggressive about finding the cause for the inflammation!
I was a good sport and told jokes while I was giving blood. I felt very sorry for myself, but I was still brave and didn't buy myself a consolation doughnut. Consolation doughnuts are such a comfort. So, when I came home, Kyle fixed me a cup of warm milk with honey in it to restore my depleted tissues, and to give balm to my spirit.
Tomorrow, I'll make a real effort to get my Letter N post. I will. Really.