A few months ago I talked about women or people out for blood everywhere. And recently I just learned about films about Elizabeth Holmes; one of them is called out for blood as well. Blood has become a precious possession of the rich. The environmental journalist and one of Kennedy scion, Tatianna Schlossberg, had an essay published in the New Yorker before her death, the battle with my blood. Blood has become primary interests of people like me who was obsessed with the diseases, walk by blood donation services in Toronto often and read about it on the web. I’m interested in how it is a source of health scare and headaches about where you come from. It has so many meanings, it could mean your children, somebody who are related to you biologically. I was obsessed with blood during the pandemic because of the Covid 19 disease. There was a time I was in such mental distress after my ex left that I didn’t eat food for three days, ate food from the food bank and had my skin peeling due to a reaction from the eczema in 2020. I felt there were toxins in my blood that I desperately needed to flush out. The disease/ reaction went away without me putting any cream on it. I went to the doctor and didn’t buy the medicine because at the time I didn’t have any money. But thankfully it went away after I stopped eating food bank food. Etc.