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I had my former work colleague go with me to the center today, thinking that since they called it an anesthetic test that they might, you know, TEST me with some and I wanted a back up driver in case I was not good to drive home. They drew some blood and asked me lots of questions and that was it. Kim was giving me grief for not liking needles and the nurse had to jab me twice. Kim thought it would be funny to get video of it on her phone. I got my revenge, though. When we got in the elevator, I started saying something, trailed off, and made my eyes flutter and started to let myself fall toward the wall. She gasped and reached out to catch me and I said GOTCHA!
And the nerve of her to hit a guy with cancer...
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