Cracked out.

I decided to share my arm with you. I went to have blood drawn on Monday. The lady SWORE she knew what she was doing; my arm suggests otherwise. I should have known it was gonna be bad when she said, "I think you're gonna have a bruise there" as she quickly pulled out the needle and asked for my hand.
(Notice Bo running by in the background.)

See, I have teeny tiny veins. Ok, so I don't like needles either. In thinking about this the over the last week as I've walked around looking like an opiod injecting experiment gone wrong...I've decided that my fear of needles stems from the fact that almost every time I've had blood drawn since the age of 11-they've poked me more than once. Every single time they get cocky.

As a big person, I've taken to telling them, "please don't stick my unless you are absolutely positive you're gonna get something." They get cocky. They start talking about how great they are. I don't care about great.

My veins, they don't care about great either, we're talking excellent here.

We need people who know what the hell they are doing. My veins & I are getting pretty used to being abused in the lab. Every time it is deemed I need blood drawn I get nervous. Real nervous. I've fainted a couple of times after being poked three times. So excellent, excellent is damn good.

Otherwise we are condemned to walking around Scottsdale with our older snow-leopard-coat-owning pal. (I kid you not-she owns not just a simple snow leopard coat--but a trench coat.) And well, it just doesn't feel right; me with my ugly green arm.

And that stripey green thing hanging down is the FREE scarf I got from Express today. Some incentive deal. And I haven't decided whether to keep it or give it someone much more fashionable than I.
So if you get it--I only wore it around the house-a test drive of sorts.

Unrelated cat update:
Pictures from last week. Bo is thinking about whether or not my shoe is a threat.


Bo trying to look cute.

posted by Danna Saunders @ 11/27/2004 04:16:00 PM