The thing I hate most about it isn't the stick itself... it's the waiting. And thinking about it. And then, noticing that it's still in your arm AND WHY ISN'T THE BLOOD COMING OUT FASTER? AND WHY AM I STARTING TO GET LIGHTHEADED?AND WHERE'S MY FUCKING COOKIE!!!!!!!!!?????
the cheap bastards up here are now the Canadian Blood Services instead of the Red Cross and they don't even have those yummy big sugar cookies any more!
They like changing things so much, maybe I'll change and just stop giving blood!
How'd they like THAT? huh? huh!?
BRING BACK THE SUGAR COOKIES! BRING BACK THE SUGAR COOKIES!
It's happened already. About half a dozen times. Stupid fucking non-English-speaking-minimum-wage-earning-"Medical-Technician-my-lily-fucking-ass"ing bitches. You don't know the real meaning of fun until you're watching "Cho-landa" dig inside your arm trying to find the fucking vein because the stupid bitch couldn't turn a decent tourniquet to stand one up.
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