So my blood has been drawn, and is awaiting its test at the doc's right now.  My body didn't want to let it go; they couldn't get a vein in my arms so they had to go to the top of my right hand.  I'm watching the bruise form now.  Poor little me.   I don't want to get another negative.  I'm sure it's negative, but I don't want to have to hear it.   They'll be calling James this afternoon, and he'll tell me the news when we're together this evening.  I hate having to go through this.  Bah.