I went to a rheumatologist this morning to get some specialized help with all my health stuff, and not surprisingly, they had to draw some blood. This process never goes well for me, because if I am even in the same building as someone who is thinking about picking up a needle and using it on me, all blood flow immediately ceases, and my veins physically depart my body.
I made sure to explain this-in-detail-to the guy who was about to stick me, hoping that he would pick up on my extremely-loud-though-unspoken message of, “Please don’t hurt me!”
He listened sympathetically to my tales of woe, slipped the needle in so easily that I didn’t even feel it, and then replied,
“Yeah, well, some people suck.”
I LOVE him!