January 23, 2014

“Here were my veins. They were very lovely. Prettiest veins in all the medical land. At least that was what the cardiovascular specialist believed. They were blue and green veins, a pastel purple. The Easter eggs of the human body despite being (1) not egg-shaped and (2) in no way related to Easter. Too many people took it upon themselves to trace those many lines. They touched the veins like they would a pregnancy: without asking permission, assuming that social decorum dictated that petting to be okay. The touching wasn’t okay.”

 

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