from the doctors.
i look like a piece of fukking swiss cheese.
my wife asked me if i had become a junkie.
7 times.
7 TIMES it took that stupid twunt to find my veins.
i go every month for a routine blood test, and have never had a problem.
then all of a sudden 'mrs fukking know-it-all' tries to take blood from my right arm, and when i tell her try the left, she dismisses me.
4 times she failed there, before moving on to my left arm.
and even then she only managed to draw blood on the third time.
and then when she finished, she said something like:
'oh dear, i have made a mess, haven't i?'
i have only now just managed to get rid of all the bruising, swelling & pain from my bicycle accident, and then she shows up.
should have fukking nutted her.
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