This was the sign that greeted me.
My mother and I burst into hysterical laughter, much to the bewilderment of the lab tech. Bleeding Room indeed.
Its strange how we cope by finding humor even in difficult circumstances.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Bleeding Rooms
My father needed blood today. The local blood bank was out of my father's blood group and so I volunteered mine. The lab tech ushered me into the room meant for donating blood.
This was the sign that greeted me.
My mother and I burst into hysterical laughter, much to the bewilderment of the lab tech. Bleeding Room indeed.
Its strange how we cope by finding humor even in difficult circumstances.
This was the sign that greeted me.
My mother and I burst into hysterical laughter, much to the bewilderment of the lab tech. Bleeding Room indeed.
Its strange how we cope by finding humor even in difficult circumstances.
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3 comments:
hahahaha, really hysterical, hang in there Poornima, you are in our thoughts.
I went to the bleeding room on Saturday too! Love and hugs!
Thanks Anonymous and Liz.
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