February 15, 2005


The lady in the purple smock stole my blood.
"Should I be feeling a little weird right now?" Because I do.
"No. It's only a couple table spoons." - she says, holding as she fills vial #3, which is about the size of a large wooden barrel.
Excuse me lady,, but I am approximately 9 inches tall and weigh 3 kilos, and I do not have much more blood to express. I am not a blood-cow.
Technicallly, to be fair, she did not steal it. I paid her $641 to ciphen it out of the crook of my arm. You'd think for that price, I could get something upscale to cover the hole she made, like a fucking Snoopy band-aid, but nope, just a cotton on medical tape.

Posted by Jessica at February 15, 2005 05:51 PM | TrackBack