doodledee

Yesterday morning, I got up and went to the Red Cross to give blood. I walked in and, after confirming that I haven't had sex - even once - with a drug addicted transvestite monkey, was hustled into the room where you sit and wait for the needle.

A minute or so later, this nice old lady came over and we started chatting while she poked around and tried to find a vein to use. After selecting a 'real good one', she marked it with a pen and went to work with the iodine.

Now I typically look away when the needle actually goes in, but when I heard her go "Hmm", I looked back. And look, there's the needle, hanging out of my arm. But wait, where is the blood? Hmm. Oh well, I figured she just missed, how big of a deal can it be? Next thing I know, there are like 5 old ladies - two named Judy - hovering over my chair, all staring at the needle hanging out of my arm. One of the Judys takes control and starts to wiggle the needle a little bit.

PAIN! Whoo-boy, PAIN!

Man it hurt. It hurt so much that I actually grimaced in front of a bunch of old ladies.

At that point, the old ladies decided to go with my other arm. Fortunately, lefty worked fine, and 10 minutes later I was eating cookies and drinking grape juice. The old lady who double stuck me apologized no fewer than 30 times. I felt bad for her.

And yes, I took two stickers.