This, despite my adventures in doctor-sponsored blood loss this morning. Since it had to be fasting, and I had the night off work because of the appointment in the middle of everything, I decided to just hit bed early (way early), get many many hours of sleep, then go in for the bloodwork.
The nice lab tech failed to find the vein in my right elbow after two stabs and some wiggling, and drew from something tiny in my left wrist instead. That hurt a lot, but I am rather more inured to stabbity blood-draw pain from my years of plasma donation, and this was less than five minutes of an ouchy needle, rather than nearly an hour. (Plasma donation does not always suck, but a painful stick is really painful.)
Unfortunately, I got a call as soon as I got home. Seems she forgot to draw the vial for the testosterone screening. Happily, that doesn't have to be fasting.
Tonight I have more adventures in awkwardness inside Home Movies from the Cutting-Room Floor, because Jane is starting to mouth off more. :D