I have blood taken every three months. The techs nearly always complain that they cannot find a vein. I am always told to clench my fist.
But not only is this bad practice which "has been known since the 1960s" - but have you tried talking to a tech at a commercial lab? All the labs in this region are operated by the same company so there is literally no choice in the matter, though I have to admit that in recent months they seem to have increased their staffing. There were not long line ups on the last two occasions - unlike the long established practice hitherto.
I have never been told of high potassium levels.
Saturday, 26 July 2008
Monday, 21 July 2008
A while back, a friend of mine—a guy who does a lot of directing work—was asked to shoot some rather odd film footage. It was all brief scenes of people ignoring each other. Families talking on cell phones, couples tapping at adjacent laptops, everyone looking in opposite directions.
I wish I had known about this last week. I do not usually take pictures of people, but I have been trying to get into it more. And while in Paris, I had a go at some candid shots (like this one)
But if I had known there was demand for a shot like the one described above, Monday lunchtime I could have obliged. We were climbing the Butte in Montmatre and stopped for lunch half way up. All we needed was to sit down and a cold drink, but since it was that time of day added a croque m'sieur. My daughter likes to sit outside, so we squeezed in to the only available table, which was a bit like sharing. The couple (early thirties, smart) had a small child in a stroller. They ignored each other - and the child - and spent most of the time talking on their cell phones, and juggling more than one caller at a time too.
All I thought was that if I was that guy I would spend a lot more time talking to my spouse and baby - and being a holiday the calls could go to voice mail - at least until the kid went down for a nap. She was a stunner - and he had not even bothered to shave.