So I had my annual physical today which unfortunately included blood work. This didn't used to bother me as I had grown used to the magic that was Mary the Phlebotomist. Unfortunately, however, she has gone to work elsewhere so I was forced to endure the poking and prodding of her replacements. A 30-minute-plus torture session that included an honest-to-goodness fainting spell (I've never had that happen before) and these lovely tokens of battle:
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Ugh. So not cool. :(
This makes me cringe. Poor girl. I hate needles too.
Yuck! It was a day like that which began my fear of needles. And I haaaaate that!
gracious!!!
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