Healthy Volunteer

It's hot hot hot in this apartment, which means that my temperature life is now feast or famine going from outside where it's chilly to inside where I have to sleep in a tank top and boxers. We have a window open in both Daniel's room and the living room! Open! That's how hot the radiator is. We've stopped keeping things next to the pipes because they get so hot I'm worried that anything in contact will burst into flames.

I'm probably going to get whooping cough with all of this chill and heat going on simultaneously. And that's not good. Why? Because my income now is derived from me being a desirable candidate for medical research as a healthy volunteer. I had a complete physical (with EKG!) yesterday and had my abdomen massaged by a nurse named Yolanda who had the warmest hands ever. I pointed this out to her and she was like, "oh yes, I'm a riki (?) nurse... I'm really a healer". She took blood from my left arm until my vein was like, no more and then she had to switch to the other side. Now I am rocking matching band-aids that will hurt more to take off than anything else.

Update: oh crikey, both hurt. They must have some sort of industrial adhesive on those band-aids. My flesh is now angry and red. I can barely see where the needle went in.