I am a human pin cushion. In an attempt to draw blood from my veins today, the nurse stuck me, not once, not twice, not even three times, but FOUR! Seriously, FOUR!! Bless her heart, she was nice and all, and I could tell that she felt bad. But seriously, FOUR?! It's funny, I don't mind the needle much. What I do mind though is the tapping of my inner arm in search of a "good one". I'm also not a fan of fishing around inside my arm with the needle in search of it. To me, it's like nails down a chalk board and it grosses me out. Finally, oil was struck and it flowed beautifully! Two sore arms and a couple of bruises later.

Lucky for me, I have a nice long weekend off from work to celebrate the holiday. That's plenty of time of time to get over it!