![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Jun. 9th, 2010 02:50 pmI meet with the new PCP this morning.
Conversations about my safety ensued.
PCP, thusly reassured that I do not fear for my safety, orders some bloodwork.
Nice nurse comes to suck my blood, and says "This might bruise a bit."
I snort, and get a curious expression on my face. "What," she askes, "you aren't going to pass out or something, are you?"
"Oh, no Ma'm," I say, "but trust me, after one look at my arms, you're going to realize I'm not worried about one more bruise."
Conversations about my safety ensued.
PCP, thusly reassured that I do not fear for my safety, orders some bloodwork.
Nice nurse comes to suck my blood, and says "This might bruise a bit."
I snort, and get a curious expression on my face. "What," she askes, "you aren't going to pass out or something, are you?"
"Oh, no Ma'm," I say, "but trust me, after one look at my arms, you're going to realize I'm not worried about one more bruise."
