I had to have a blood test earlier this week. I’m squeamish about blood and needles – the very word blood makes me feel faint and clot is my least favourite word in the English language. To make matters worse, having cycled to University College Hospital (slightly shaky, with no breakfast, as per the instructions), I was then redirected twice to the phlebotomy unit, which is about half a mile from the main hospital, past cancer care, dialysis, cardiac, urology… (Names that are apt to make me pass out if I dwell on their meaning.)
