Overheard in dr’s office yesterday:
Vampire is sticking me for bloodwork, and another is trying in adjacent stall unsuccessfully, with a guy who looks to have a real affinity for needles.
“Dude!” He says, looking over “With veins like that I’d have me a party!”
His kind of party would ruin the veins he was admiring.
Just sad.
Don’t let the IRS see those veins. They’ll want every last drop.
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX
In a previous life, I used to shoot up. Not proud of it, glad I had the strength to walk away before it killed me, as it did some acquaintances, very thankful to you-know-Who.
Still, once in the Navy (after having lied about my prior drug use–sue me), I once found myself with an HMSA, just learning the job, who couldn’t hit my surprisingly still-prominent veins after repeated attempts. It was all I could do not to tell him to take a smoke break & just let me handle the blood draw.
Hey, you turned it around. A lot of people never do
Tennessee, glad you kicked your addiction. Enjoy the journey.
Og & Paul, thanks. I didn’t do it alone. The Big Guy,I suspect, played a large part. The best thing is knowing someone could offer me a spike full of Lehte’s sweetest offerings, & I’d not be tempted. Real life is just more…well, more gift. I have no desire to escape it.