LEMME SHOW YOU BABY. . I'M A TALENTED GIRL.

There are things in this world at which I'd like to think I'm pretty good.  I look pretty hot out on the dance floor.  I can carry a tune and like to think that I don't split eardrums when I do it.  I type 100 wpm.  I cook for the masses.  And well.  Animals and small children tend to like and trust me.  I can even snore louder than you - especially right now!

But, one of the things I cannot do is really causing Hell in my life . . . I'm a hard stick.  Today, I needed to donate enough blood to fill 7 vials.  The first two sticks were fruitless.  One of them, in my frickin' wrist, didn't even bleed.  Seriously.  I don't have blood in my veins.  I have hate and iced water in there and I like it.  I love it.  Yeah.

So, my doctor's office sent me to the hospital's Outpatient Lab.  They are ridiculously amazing pros.  They sat me in what looked like a mix between a Lethal Injection Table

. . . and a Roller Coaster restraining device

When they brought the lap bar down, I knew there was no escaping.  Thankfully, the nurse was amazing and sure of herself and my horrible veins.  In no time, she had me stuck and bleeding like a pregnant pig.

The blood moved quickly.  And how!  I could feel the level of blood in my body drop like a cartoon gas tank.

No passing out. . but a post-blood-letting Snickers bar (shared with the Hub) certainly helped.

I guess we all have to be happy with our talents.  The next share time isn't until the 26th-28th week.  I know who I'll be going to for that.  =)