I held out my left arm.

The nurse stabs.

Blood flows, but only halfway through before it recedes back into my arm.

She applies pressure.

It's no use.

"Nurse, tangan kiri biasanya n'dak bulih. Tiap-tiap kali pun macam tu bah."

"Kau tak pernah buat khejekeh ngan tangan tu?"

"N'dak tau lah...."

Plaster and cotton balls were applied.

The elastic velcro strap was switched to the next arm.

I was told to clench up a tight fist.

Blood fills up the first vial real quick.

But it slowed to a drip on the second one.

I waited long, got taken, then wandered around aimlessly.

A few hours later, I saw my doctor.

The results were out, but he told me to wait a while longer.

He was flustered and sweating all over.

10-20 minutes later, I learned that there's nothing wrong with my blood sugar or cholesterol level.

"Then what is it? What's your guess? Try and make a guess, it's gotta be something right?"

"Frankly, I don't know. I'm completely clueless right now. But hey, look, come back tomorrow and meet me at nine and I'll take you to the skin specialist. The guy comes around once every Friday, and tomorrow's Friday."

"Eh? How'd I find you then?"

"Yeah, uh, take a number downstairs like usual, and let them handle everything. I don't really know where I'll end up tomorrow, so yeah...."

Both of the plasters on my hand were still there on the journey back. I got weird stares from some people, and that's about it. Nothing too uncommon, I see.

Probable biopsy it is then!

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