This has nothing to do with anything.
But is does.
No offense to the people who have dominant right hands… but….
this was the type of thing that I was not going to do.
Oh, you know… be all drunk and pill-ish… and influenced by events/episodics that don’t matter.
But who knows what I’ll remember.
So, I’m a liar.
Sensory issues. I just want to remember.
If donating plasma taught me anything… it taught me that my left basilic vein is completely viable.
Collapsed… not so much. Hiding all these years… scared of any number of sharp objects that may or may have not ventured toward it.
It’s the right one that’s fucked probably. Always engorged and expanding; distending the surface… it’s like me.
But even so, the right basilic, though scarred is viable as well.
A bit of tough scar tissue that runs along the pipe that still finds blood traveling through it.
How am I ever supposed to learn?
This is just fuckin’ cool:
The Drug List
