Contrary to what you may now believe, based on previous posts, I respond to the sight of blood with unease. Especially my own. Especially when there is an abundance of it.
I can say with complete confidence that, for the most part, it is my intention to prevent blood from escaping my body. If I choose to bleed it must be for a good cause, and in a supremely controlled environment.
That is not to say that the process is any less fascinating. As a contributor to the medical science world (as yet to be fully realized, accepted and appreciated), I value the knowledge and technology that makes blood extraction a routinely safe procedure.
Even if the ritual takes place on a bus.
But that's tomorrow. Let's embrace today and not get too far ahead of ourselves. Today I must navigate through a complex system made up of many components that combine to make but one, finely tuned machine. Today I am but one small bit of an equation that is meaningless without the network.
I am a thrombocyte. A platelete. A fragment. A mere constituent.
Today's Jazz Hands facilitated clotting to prevent the loss of fluids.
Day one-hundred and sixty-nine complete.
I am a thrombocyte. A platelete. A fragment. A mere constituent.
Today's Jazz Hands facilitated clotting to prevent the loss of fluids.
Day one-hundred and sixty-nine complete.
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