After enduring years of my nagging, Mrs. TBF finally gave in and made an appointment to go to the doctor for a check-up. I went for a physical last year, and ended up finding out that I needed a bunch of vaccinations. So, this morning was Mrs. TBF's turn.
I dropped off my better half at the Praxis Reinacherhof, and told her that I would be back in about thirty minutes after running a couple of errands. About forty minutes later, I walked into the waiting room to find Mrs. TBF sitting there with a glass of water and a big bump on her forehead. As it turns out, she went into the bathroom after her blood test, passed out, and hit her head on the floor/wall/something. Poor thing! Is it my fault? I'm the one who nagged her about going for a check-up.
We went back home, and she rested for a little while. Then, I drove her to work at about noon. I guess she's not feeling that bad if she was able to go to work.
Oh no! I feel her pain. I absolutely HATE giving blood... always think I'm going to pass out... and always ask if I can lay down BEFORE they take the blood. Am I a baby or what?
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