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defrogI go to an office of some kind to be exsanguinated. I don’t remember the reason why – I just remember it was vitally important to swap my blood out for entirely new blood.
KT takes me to the office – a cheap place in a strip mall. The process is equally cheap. The blood is in a huge bag the size of the biggest size of dog food there is, and the staff use water pumps and clear plastic hoses to transfuse it straight out of the bag and into me as my own blood is simultaneously extracted in the same manner.
The doctor (who looks a lot like a local politician) explains the main challenge in doing it this way: the bag of fresh blood is more than I need, so they have to know when to stop pumping – too soon and I won’t have enough blood, too late and I’ll die of hypertension. And they have to do it all in one shot.
The procedure is completed and the doctor checks me out. I can tell something is wrong – fluid is leaking out of my ears, and I feel like I’m going to explode. “A little too much,” the doctor says calmly and sticks something in my ear to “readjust the pressure”.
Eventually I’m cleared, and KT and I leave. She takes me to an ice cream place a few doors down, although I don’t really feel like ice cream – I feel cold, actually, as the new blood was refrigerated and hasn’t warmed up to my body temperature yet, or so I assume. We walk into the ice cream place and KT hands them some coupons she got from the doctor – turns out he owns the ice cream place too, and his patients can get special discounts.
And then I woke up.
Drain you,
This is dF
KT takes me to the office – a cheap place in a strip mall. The process is equally cheap. The blood is in a huge bag the size of the biggest size of dog food there is, and the staff use water pumps and clear plastic hoses to transfuse it straight out of the bag and into me as my own blood is simultaneously extracted in the same manner.
The doctor (who looks a lot like a local politician) explains the main challenge in doing it this way: the bag of fresh blood is more than I need, so they have to know when to stop pumping – too soon and I won’t have enough blood, too late and I’ll die of hypertension. And they have to do it all in one shot.
The procedure is completed and the doctor checks me out. I can tell something is wrong – fluid is leaking out of my ears, and I feel like I’m going to explode. “A little too much,” the doctor says calmly and sticks something in my ear to “readjust the pressure”.
Eventually I’m cleared, and KT and I leave. She takes me to an ice cream place a few doors down, although I don’t really feel like ice cream – I feel cold, actually, as the new blood was refrigerated and hasn’t warmed up to my body temperature yet, or so I assume. We walk into the ice cream place and KT hands them some coupons she got from the doctor – turns out he owns the ice cream place too, and his patients can get special discounts.
And then I woke up.
Drain you,
This is dF
