Phlebotomists Never Get Enough Of My Inner Elbow

“Nice vein,” she leers, phlebotomy-green eyes coordinating with determined Winnie the Pooh scrubs, from behind the plastic tray of shiny silver poking sticks.

I look down at my left arm, at the blue squiggle written beneath pasty white skin. She holds my inner elbow tenderly, but firmly, as if it’s our third date.

“Easy stickin’,” she nods, lips smacking. “Easy stickin’.”

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Anonymous said…
Sure, let's exchange links.
January 16, 2009
Anonymous said…
Disney Vampires
January 18, 2009
P.L. Frederick said…
Wow, I've never had royalty visit Small & Big before. Despite sharing a spiffy story about Queen Elizabeth and gossip about the Queen Bee. But now all that has changed. Lord Andrew, if I may be so bold as to call you that, I have indeed added a link to your blog, Lame Jokes Inc., to my blogroll. I do ever so thank you for stopping by and leaving your calling card.

As for you, Glad, I think you might be on to something there.
January 18, 2009
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