Thanks! I'm used to being poked two or three times when I have to get my blood drawn. Sometimes the nurses are smart, take a look, and then go get someone who's better at bad veins. But this was ridiculous. And my husband always made fun of me for complaining about having to get my blood drawn. Well, he was with me this time and witnessed the whole ordeal. I don't think he'll ever say anything again.

And you know, last week I was taken to the ER by ambulance (I have been having heart attack symptoms, and they can't quite figure out what's going on), and the EMT said she's going to put an IV in, I warned her about my bad veins. She took one quick look, one short poke, and the IV was in, in a shaking, hopping ambulance. Now that's skill!!