Flashes of Panic

I should learn to bring in reading, when I make one of my periodic trips to bleed. Since I’m currently between competitive seasons, I checked in at the South Amherst church yesterday and let them take some of the high-test. I will now need to re-train my blood.

It’s a nice little place. I’ve never been in the church other than to donate, but its unique steeple is a landmark for several miles around. It’s not the usual square-tower-spire affair, but a cylindrical cupola with a spire which always made me think “Eastern Orthodox” rather than “New England Congregational.” Yesterday I found that the house next door has geese and llamas in their back yard. They have a nice view out to the east towards the Pelham hills and Belchertown.

While I’m sitting at the recovery table eating cookies and drinking, I listen to the volunteers talking. Last time, they talked about eye surgery; this time, they talked about tours of Ireland. They have their distribution system backwards; instead of having the cookies out to grab on the table, and giving drinks when you ask, they should have the fluids out for the taking, and give you cookies when you ask. I think three cans of lemonade might have done me more good.

I’m still sore. Ow.

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