Last week, I went to donate blood. As the medical technician expertly inserted a needle into my plump vein, I looked the other direction and commented on the banners hanging throughout the facility. Each showcases a patient whose life was saved because of a blood donor. The people look so real and…
Ah, a like-minded needle-adverse soul! I, too, have become an expert in the wall art in whatever room I happened to be exsanguinated. Or sometimes just the walls.
Also, Gail, I assume the “plump vein” comment means you’ve mastered the art of consuming lots of water beforehand? Or are you naturally blessed?