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31, 2006 email this print this I was a middle-aged guinea pig BY SUSAN AGER Detroit Free Press In my underwear, I lay on a crinkly runner of white paper draped over an examining table.

A nurse I'd come to know too well punched holes near my left ankle and lifted out two bloody scraps of skin.

It didn't hurt, because moments earlier Cindy Plunkett had given me a searing shot of lidocaine.

To warn me she said, "Just a little sting." Ha.

Moments later she would shoot me again, in the hip, taking a couple more skin chips.

The lot would be flown in test tubes to Utah, where technicians would count my nerve fibers.

I kept my eyes closed, unlike two years ago when, new to medical research, I didn't want to miss a thing.

This time, I was tired, ready to graduate from this study, wh...

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