Once Bitten

OK, I may have been a little too nice about my first injection yesterday. The drug is fine, that is, I'm not feeling any adverse events. But the blood draw left some unfortunate albeit temporary results. The picture below is of my right arm, taken last night after I removed the bandage. The color of my skin is not really yellow or green—that's the lighting of my room—and the little bruises are bigger in person and much more purple than I could show in the picture. Pretty gnarly, huh. And of course, today I'm wearing a short-sleeved shirt, so I hope no one notices. That makes me laugh.

Rose, one of the super cool study directors, had to take so much blood that in the course of the draw, my body's clotting response prevented her from taking it all from the same arm, so she had to poke my left arm to finish the draw. Fortunately, on my left arm, you can only see the pin prick where I was stabbed.

One other thing I remembered about our trip to NYC: I was really surprised at how many times I was approached on the street and asked if I were Jewish, especially on Friday. Cute young guys in their yarmulkes passing out Shabbats candles and what I thought were prayer cards all over the place. It's not something I see every day in San Francisco, that's for sure. And those Jewish men were really cute, too. The more I think about that trip, the more I love New York.

That's all.

I was silly enough to write this at 9:10 AM