Hooray for veins!

Am home now. The apartment is quiet except for the sound of laundry.

And am delighted to inform all that I have veins back in my hands. I mean, they were always there -- it's just that some of the larger ones weren't popped up whatsoever. They lay flat, just beneath the surface.

I find it entirely grotesque that donating blood would actually make a visible difference. Eeeeyuch.

Of course, the crook of my mangled right arm looks like I was shooting crack during an epileptic seizure, but hey -- I saved three lives.