Friday, December 8

Like a stuck pig

The annual physical was today and was, for the most part, the usual good times. Until we get to the blood work part. Normally, I don't have a problem with needles. I give of the blood and am somewhat fascinated by the whole process. However, that does not mean that if you prick me, I will not bleed, oh no. In fact, if you prick me several times, I will bleed. A lot. And then you'll have to switch to the other arm because you "blew that one." And then you call in someone else to stick me. And then I get to walk around with ginormous wads of gauze taped to my arms. Though, really, none of it hurt as much as taking that damn tape off. I think it would hurt less if they just hot-glue-gunned that shit to your skin.

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