After finals (they were just some hyped-up tests which I will not bore you with the details of), we went to get my blood drawn for some lab work I have to get done for this-or-that, A thrilling activity, I assure you. The time in the waiting room passed quickly, but NOTHING compared to the actual thing. "She spoke not a word, but went straight so her work. Tied of my vein, and then turned with a jerk".... and a needle. It is totally acceptable to be squeamish at the thought and reality of someone sticking a needle into your arm. Is the opposite reaction therefore, looked down upon? Because, to be perfectly honest, I found it utterly fascinating. I watched as she stuck the needle in the exact right place, and started filling the little bottle. as one got to a certain volume, she switched it out at a speed that I compare to that little guy in "Cars" (pit-stop?)
I was out in about... 2 minutes. Everything was signed, sealed, bloodied and delivered.
I think they could open up a "Drive-Thru-Blood-Sample" station with that lady.
But that doesn't sound very appetizing now, does it...
And it would depend on the donor. Based on how quickly I bled out, I'll try not to bleed to death next time I get a paper-cut....whereas mom couldn't bleed to death if she wanted to.
Perhaps I am too easily amazed, and find this amusing because of the brain-deadness associated with Final Exams.
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