jmulligan
Well-Known Member
Well that sounds more exciting than it really was... there was no arterial spray or anything like that. Just my crappy veins and the phlebotomist that was determined to get me to bleed properly, so much so that he felt the need to dig around inside my arm when he missed hitting the vein the first 2 times.
This is the next day:
Ths is today (one week later):
Donating blood is important to me, it just sucks a$$ that I was cursed with veins that they have trouble finding.
This is the next day:
Ths is today (one week later):
Donating blood is important to me, it just sucks a$$ that I was cursed with veins that they have trouble finding.