I had to get blood drawn yesterday. I know it’s not a big deal, but for some reason I’m a part of that small portion of society that has a hard time with it. Though I’ve never passed out, I often get flushed and feel faint.
So yesterday as I’m lying there complaining that I have a hard time with it, the nurse tries to comfort me with story. She once was working with a big guy who had tattoos all over his arm. When she stuck him for the blood draw, he passed out.
I figure that’s how he ended up with his entire arm covered in tattoos instead of just a “I love Mom” tattoo.