Well she had a go. She got the needle in. She even got some blood out. I wasn't watching of course. So I can't give you any more detail than that.
Other than that it didn't work.
So then she had to just start again on the left arm. Where I had the cannlua the day before.
I've come a long way on the needle front. But the fact that I still feel the need to share every little needle incident that comes my way just goes to show that some things don't change too easily.
I feel like some sort of evil secret shopper - needlers of Hobart beware - I'll tell everyone about you!
But it's not you - it's me.
But it's not you - it's me.
So I'd like to say that the blood-test-person did a fine job really. I guess my veins were just not being cooperative that day.
I got two little bruises and two little round plasters in the crook of my elbows.
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