Ugh. I feel your pain on the liver-enzyme thing. Basically, my immune system got bored while i was in college and ganged up on the liver to keep itself awake. So my blood was refused, and i was told to try again in a year. Did so, got refused again, and went through a three-year ordeal of getting a biopsy done, stool samples, taking medications usually assigned to women who are middle-aged and those who are pregnant, even got to have an ultrasound done.

The good side? Well, i wasn't really afraid of needles before, but they weren't my friends. After having to get blood drawn every few months for 2-3 years, the only thing that makes me nervous about needles now is the person using them. And the condition was a temporary one, even if the Dr. never could diagnose it (did i mention this ordeal, though resolvable, made me quite cynical of modern medicine and scientific advancement?), so i have nothing to worry about now, and i even got to give blood a couple months or so back (but being A+, a quite common type, i had to go to them--they rarely hunt down A+ blood).

So Sam, does your experience mean none of us should ever buy a cow from you?

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