Medical Bunny

The biocycle medical study is finally over!

Two months of peeing in a cup, getting my arms pricked for blood until I have trackmarks that would make any drug junkie envious, and those early early mornings, I am finally $500 (before tax) richer.

I was probably one of the few women (the other women being those who were in the study), who woke up at 7am every morning, peed on a stick, discover that I am in my prime to get knocked up and make babies, and go back right to bed after hitting the snooze button without engaging in a lil' action with a non-existent mister.

I have discovered I have low blood pressure ( 88/52 mm/Hg ).

I have discovered, to my dismay, I am not quite 5 ft 3 inches. I am in fact 5 ft 2.5 inches, or something redonkulous like that, not quite 160cm, thus, making me come to the conclusion that I am in fact a midget and making high heels my next best friend.

I have discovered, that I am in fact not pregnant. They let me take the test twice. I could have told them that with absolute certainty. But no, waste those test sticks. Also, I am STD free. (Also could have told them that). Yippee.

I have discovered that I have fat arms. Yes, you heard me. Fat arms. My body fat is a little below average, but the fat content in my arms are 25%, making my arms the fattest part of my body. Even my boobs and butt put together couldn't even beat the fat content of my arms. I either have really fat arms, or really small boobs/booty. Or both. Hmmm. How in the world do you get fat arms? More importantly, how do you get rid of fat arms?

But, oh, did I mention, I am $500 (before tax) richer?

Well, the check has yet to arrive.