Rejoice, for it is blood work day!
“Did you bring your veins today?”
Poke, poke, dig, wiggle…
Repeat 4 x
Call in the cranky old woman who never misses.
“Goddamn inept cuntoids.”
Poke, pop, dribble, pop, dribble, pop, dribble, snap.
One final warning…
Once word gets around about this little vein in my forearm that gushes like the Niagara, everyone wants to take a stab at it because waiting five minutes to fill a single vial is not the way to go. Time is money, friends! The thing about sticking the same vein over and over again is that it might destroy it. That keg is kicked.