so i went in the next day and did it again. drank it. and i had to be there for 4 HOURS! they took my blood about 4-6 times, and had to pee in a cup that many times. i was like... I DON'T HAVE ANY MORE PEE IN ME after the first two times going to the bathroom. somehow i managed to get the job done. i am also not good with needles, so it was awful. i tried to keep distracted by talking to the blood-taker, but she wasn't a talking type person, so i had to look around the room and grit my teeth when the needle went in and the vials were filled with my life juice.
by the time i was done with that mess of bodily fluids i left and went to go get something to eat. i went to We Liang Ye on the upper east side on 86th street. i ordered and pretty much was shaking since i didn't have any food and i had had so much blood taken out of me. it was pretty sad seeing me try to eat my first course of soup and spring roll with my arm shaking like a leaf. i decided to reward myself by going to pinkberry. a delightful frozen yogurt place where you can have fresh fruit toppings (among other toppings) on real frozen yogurt- and it actually tasted kinda tangy like yogurt! quite refreshing for a hot, food depraved, almost passing out day.
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