my heart is a glorious machine;

Blood is one of those funny things that I don't mind unless it's my own. I mean, I'm not fond of it, and in large quantities it will always make me feel a bit ill, but if someone gets injured, I can deal with it enough to take care of it (though I have never understood others' fascination with showing off wounds). But there's something about seeing your blood in some vial that's just wrong, which I obviously don't need to tell you (and now I'm just rambling), so: -cuddles you- I'm glad that you survived the dreadful doctor visits. (I'd be much more inclined to like doctors if I could go see Ten & Martha when I were ill.) -cuddles again- ♥