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I had my first OB appointment today. It wasn't with the doctor, just with her assistant (who was very nice, which is important - since I'll probably see her more than the doctor). Just major health history: have you or anyone in your family ever had.... And then labwork. I warned the phlebotomist about my horrible veins (they do not give up their blood easily at all!) and he did indeed have to poke me twice. I therefore have two lovely bright blue bruises in my arm (a co-worker said it looks like they were drawn on with a blue marker).
And then she called me back in the afternoon to tell me that the initial result of the blood test was that I am O-. How is it that I've lived for 31 1/2 years and never had my blood typed? Part of it is that aforementioned dread of blood draws, I suppose. I called my mother to tell her that, and even she was surprised. She's definitely Rh positive (as she said "I don't remember getting any shots") - so perhaps that means my dad is negative. She didn't know either. (Someone at work was laughing about this - hey, what could that mean? I said no - there is absolutely NO WAY my father and I aren't related. We have a friend who used to call me The Clone when she first met me, because she knew him first.) The negative part basically sucks because it means I have to get a couple of shots (which basically ensure that my body doesn't reject the most-likely-Rh-positive baby as a foreign object - isn't that creepy?).
And now I'm watching the Democratic convention off and on, although it's not exactly a thrill a minute here. But I was remembering watching the 1988 convention (look ma! I've been a geek for a looooong time!) and seeing Jesse Jackson speak. I don't remember what he said, just that he was damn damn impressive.
And then she called me back in the afternoon to tell me that the initial result of the blood test was that I am O-. How is it that I've lived for 31 1/2 years and never had my blood typed? Part of it is that aforementioned dread of blood draws, I suppose. I called my mother to tell her that, and even she was surprised. She's definitely Rh positive (as she said "I don't remember getting any shots") - so perhaps that means my dad is negative. She didn't know either. (Someone at work was laughing about this - hey, what could that mean? I said no - there is absolutely NO WAY my father and I aren't related. We have a friend who used to call me The Clone when she first met me, because she knew him first.) The negative part basically sucks because it means I have to get a couple of shots (which basically ensure that my body doesn't reject the most-likely-Rh-positive baby as a foreign object - isn't that creepy?).
And now I'm watching the Democratic convention off and on, although it's not exactly a thrill a minute here. But I was remembering watching the 1988 convention (look ma! I've been a geek for a looooong time!) and seeing Jesse Jackson speak. I don't remember what he said, just that he was damn damn impressive.