Tough Mr. Doctor Man

So they had to draw blood yesterday because they just can't pinpoint yet what I've got. Well, I have never had my blood drawn before. I am not afraid of needles (unlike Mr Leavitt...he he he). I watched her during the first draw. She had a small needle with a thin tube feeding a bottle of culture. The next needle was a doozie. It was a bigger needle and she needed to take four vials. First, she couldn't find the vein again. So she was digging around in my arm to find it. That stung a bit. After she found it she just kept taking....and taking....and taking. In three days, the only food I had eaten was a sandwich and some crackers. I had nothing in my system. On the third vial...I started to get REALLY woozie. I tried to relax and breathe deep. But I was starting to lose touch with reality. She eventually had me put my head between my knees. That's when the fun started. Now, I haven't vomited in years...literally. I think the last time I puked was when I was 14. Lets just say I left her a nice mess to clean up on the floor before she could grab a trash can. Oh yeah, and I threw up on my own shoe too! The nurse wouldn't even let me walk out on my own to the car by myself I looked so pale afterwards. "Mrs. Conformity" was at work so Mommy came with me to take care of Baby Australia (get it?!?) So I was helped out by a puny nurse half my size and was driven home by my Mommy. Am I ready for a career in medicine or what?!?

(I know you guys just LOVE all the grusesome details of my tribulations!!)