Whenever I get blood drawn or a shot or an i.v. or what have you, the nurse/doctor/person with the needle(s) always says it won't hurt. They are fucking liars. I had blood drawn today and the look of exasperated pity-annoyance the lady gave me didn't bother me. Her needle did.
I'm fine with blood (though I'm not fond of seeing me lose it) but the whole sharp metal thing writhing around in my vein is ghastly. I didn't even get a fun band-aid to cover the gaping hole in my elbow. Any minute now I could spurt forth a fountain of life, staining the floor and the walls, while howling in angst about needles. Pray I never need to sew by hand...
An Erinku:
little me
falling
sparkles in
your eyes
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