Last week I was dying of some rare blood-vein disease. (Probably just poor circulation.) But all of a sudden I could literally see my veins popping out on the tops of my hands like Angelina Jolie’s veins do. If you don’t believe me about AJ, here’s a photo link.
I totally freaked out on this one, though, because I’ve got baby skin on my hands and I’ve never been to able to see my veins anywhere. Not even when I want to - like at the doctor’s office when they are poking for blood.
And then - out of the blue - they were there. Gross looking.
At first I thought it was aging.
But overnight?
I trashed that theory and soon became convinced that I was, this time, actually dying. Right then and there. If I lifted my hands above my head - the bubbling, bursting veins went away. So I just sat there with my hands above my head for as long as I could . . . waiting for them to simultaneously combust anyhow and leave my children as orphans.
Half-orphans, actually. Brian’s still alive.
Wednesday, January 3 ‘07
HIV tests & Angelina Jolie’s veins