I love to watch them peck at my vein with the huge sharp shiny needle with its cruelly angled point until they find the vein, and watch them as they wiggle it around a little to pierce my skin and then it slides into my vein, hopefully scratching the inside of the blood-filled vein...
And my life's force starts to redden the pipe going to the enormous bag of blood and fill it as I pump the sponge. And I watch the bag fill with the blood which has coursed everywhere in my body, from my toes to my brain... everywhere...
Then, too quickly, they are finished and pull that big needle out, sometimes puiling at my skin as it gets yanked out, and leaving a hole in my vein and in my skin and some still comes out until they dab at it with a swab and put a cotton ball and a bandaid on it and I have to crook my arm for a while.
All too quick, all too fleeting... I'll have to make an appointment for next week so I can watch them pierce my skin and my vein again....
Bu-wah-hahahahaaaaa!
I'm not signing this one so nobody will know who posted it.
