On the first Tuesday of 2005 I went to get a Blood Draw, so that the doctor could see how many blood problems I have. I went in, took a number, filled out the usual paperwork, and waited for the horrible needles of pain to arrive... Finally a nurse took me to the blood draw area, and she asked which arm I wanted poked. I told her that her arm would be OK with me. She wasn't amused. We finally decided to poke my right arm, and get it over with. I stuck out my right arm, and she put a strap on it, rubbed the skin with a swab, and poked me with that @#$%^& syringe. OUCH!!!!!! Now I remember why I don't go to the doctor's office, the hospital, or the dentist, on a regular basis. I felt light headed, then dizzy, and then I felt like I was going to barf all over the nurse's station. I must have looked unusually white, because the nurse asked if I was going to faint, and I said the I wouldn't be that lucky, but I might vomit. She quickly went and got me a trash can, and I slowly got better. There was another nurse who wanted to stay with me, and keep me company, so I said OK. She was kind of cute, until she asked if my wife should be informed that I was feeling sick. I told her that I wasn't married, and that the person in the waiting area was a relative. She seemed skeptical, and decided to leave.

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