Every Woman's Complaint

A very beautiful woman lay in bed awaiting me. I had the timing to arrive at the same time as the Phlebologist. We see each other all around town so we waltzed in together happily. (I love her. She has blood-taking down to an Art. She is a Craftswoman in her field. No bruising no pain no nasty puckering skin to find a vein. She is absolutely the best. HURRAH.) We approached our client to find her already telling us her story.

Now I have an hour (plus a little) but the Lab Tech has mere minutes. No times for stories.
Some people you just cannot stop from their full disclosures. They NEED to be heard.
Our beautiful client was in this category. And so we hear it.

Her story was every woman's complaint. Tired, listless, no energy.
After a few months of this she asked her Physician what was causing it. He pointed out to her she had alot of significant events in her life that cause stress. It was natural and normal for a person under that much stress to feel like that. So she waited another 3 months.
She went to the Doctor who prescribed for her Anti-Depressants. Three weeks on them and she was ill and tired. She jettisoned the pills. The Doctor prescribed a blood test.
The phone rang at home the next day: "Get yourself to the hospital right now."

Cancer.
Wouldn't it have been nice if he did the blood work BEFORE prescribing anti-depressants?
Every woman's complaint.

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