I just put lip balm up my nose.

Also, I did a stupid thing today.

I had my bloodwork this morning so I had to get up quite early. I was a little annoyed because there was barely any food in the house to take my accutane pill with. In the end I was forced to settle on a small baked sweet potato with butter and cheese (yes, for breakfast), you know, to aid with the absorption and everything. Not a conventional choice, but I was quietly pleased with my innovation. So off I went to the lab. If you've already discovered what's wrong with this story, give yourself a gold star.

Just as I was about to enter the building where the lab is, I remembered that I was supposed to fast. Now, this was only ever mentioned to me at my very first derm appointment back in April, and it was sheer luck that I actually remembered for my first blood test. Of course, this requirement was scrawled on the form given to me by my derm, but he never reminded me about it, nor have I ever been asked at the lab beforehand. Not that I'm trying to shirk the blame in any way, which is why I unleashed a series of audible expletives on the street as soon as I remembered. It's tough, though, when it's early in the morning, you're tired as sin and it's ingrained in your mind that you MUST take your pill at such-and-such time twice every day with fatty food.

I nevertheless went in, waited two hours (busy lab) and had my blood drawn.

*Sigh*

Well, I had it done because I really and truly have very little opportunity to have my blood drawn again, nor do I think it's feasible to ask my extremely busy derm to write me a new form even if I did have time. Every lab's opening hours in the city I live in are joining forces with my unavoidably ghastly schedule over the next month to make sure there is no chance I can get a second blood test any time soon. I guess I'm kind of hoping that my derm will be "down with game" when I see him in a month and overlook my likely raised cholesterol levels etc once he knows I did not fast. When I saw him in April, he told me I could take the blood test there and then if I wanted to, despite having munched a Pop Tart only three hours prior. He told me that Pop Tarts aren't real food anyway so it didn't matter. I suppose the worst that can happen is he cuts off my accutane supply... then sets me on fire and throws me out the window, although I think the latter is fairly unlikely. He's quite a reasonable, charismatic guy, actually.

Does anyone know what I should do? I feel really bad, like I've bought a child a wooden rocking horse that turns out to be a metaphor.

I'm scared.

And also tired, so I will leave talking inexhaustibly about my eventful week till tomorrow or so.