Well... now this isn't making me a happy camper.

A few months ago I had some blood drawn for tests, and made the mistake of giving the Fleb. my left arm because I'd used the right arm the day before for same. Left is the one I used in my attempt as a kid, and I looked. And the next thing I know I'm being jerked back to reality by this previously friendly fleb doing her best imitation of psych ward nurse trying to maintain control with super stern voice loudly saying my name and showing me the drawn vials with name label on them right in front of my eyeballs like I was seriously paranoid or something. Even made a point to make sure I saw them go in the collection bucket.

great......

trained eye.

wonderful.