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As a T2 diabetic I get blood drawn every 3–6 months. I cannot tell you what the needles look like. I can, however, fill you in on the cabinet colors in the phlebotomist’s office, her taste in earrings, and the number of mundane but probably legally required warning posters on the walls.

I’m not good with needles either. They do, however, provide me with an incentive to get up and exercise every stupid freakin’ morning.

Listen to your daughter.

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