I've had a fun and eventful week, which means I haven't had a lot of time to blog. It also means I have a lot to share. But do I want to share tales of excitement? No, of course not. Instead, I would much rather share something totally and utterly embarrassing. And gross.
I went to have some blood work done last week. When they called me back I plopped down in the little chair, threw my arm up and turned away. As I was pulling my sleeve up I said to the phlebotomist "It doesn't hurt but I can't look. I never can. There's just something about seeing the needle." As she pricked me she responded that was pretty much the norm. So we had a nice little 10 second exchange and then she was done.
When I felt her pull the needle out I turned to pull down my sleeve. Immediately I saw a thick, dark hair on my arm. It took me a nano second to recognize what it was.
A pubic hair.
I think I audibly gasped.
I'm not certain how it got on my arm. Ewww.
I am certain it was not mine. Double ewww.
I was almost certain it didn't belong to my husband either. A million times ewww.
She was kind enough to pretend she didn't see it. But that didn't make me feel any better.
When I told my husband he tried to convince me it was one of his arm hairs. Ugh, no. It was definitely of the pubic kind.
So the mystery remains: How long had I been walking around with a foreign pube and where did it come from?
And do I even really want to know?
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