I gave the doctor some blood a few weeks ago for a routine test (and wrote about it). Turns out my potassium was low, and he started me a pill. A big ol' honkin' pill that usually starts dissolving in my mouth before my throat muscles finally agree, "Okay, let's do this."

(My wife's potassium was low, too, but all she had to do was eat a banana every day. Oh, to be so fortunate.)

Yesterday, I went back to give more blood, to see if this pill was doing any good. Now, I don't like giving blood. I always grow faint afterwards, and have to sit there for a while with my head between my knees. It's very un-macho.

So I was not looking forward to going back yesterday. But alas, I pumped out the requisite red stuff, and didn't feel that any substantial amount of lifeforce had been drained from me.

I put on my sweater and coat, and promptly left. This has never happened before.

What a man.