Somehow, I lost the instructions, but it seemed self-explanatory: there was a gauge showing cholesterol levels, and a well with a picture of a finger dripping blood into it. I fetched a pin, ran it under flame, jabbed myself and squeezed a few drops into the chamber. Nothing happened, so I let it sit for a while. Five minutes later, the white line by the gauge had gone grey up to the halfway point. The chart said I was in the 'normal to high' range. For the first time in my life, I began to worry about my cholesterol. I double checked, but by now the grey column was three-quarters of the way to dead, and rising. Eventually, it rose to the top and a dot marked 'End' turned bright green. It seemed I had but a few minutes to live. I tried to calm my racing heart, fearing for my furred-up, claggy arteries. I tracked down the instructions on the net, and discovered my mistake. I had put nowhere near enough blood in the thing. I tried to jab a few more fingers, but this is the sort of task that gets harder with practice, and I soon gave up. As far as my actual cholesterol levels go, at least now I know I'd rather not know.