I had to go out and smell them when I came home from work.
My mom asked me to stand up so she could take a picture. Look at how I am holding my arm. I had no idea at the time that my day was about to turn bad for that arm.
My mom told me we had somewhere to go. As soon as she got off the freeway, I knew we were heading to the Cleveland Clinic. I had to have more blood work taken. There is something wrong with my white blood cells. This time I was very brave and I did not cry or even scream. But it hurt, so now I am really holding my arm. As we were leaving, my mom said she had a surprise for me that would make me feel better.