I donated blood earlier this week. The vein in my left arm is out there for all the world to see, whereas the one in my right arm is very shy. Without fail, they opt for my outgoing, sociable left vein, with no problems. It was a bad sign when the lady this time looked at it and said, "Hmm...that's really near the surface, we might not want to use it." Well she used it, and now I've got this awesome track mark accompanied by a huge bruise that has gotten bigger every day.
So for the record, it's not a real track mark--I generally shoot up between my toes.
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