You went to medical school for who knows how long, and you still can't take a half-decent blood sample? Yes, you were young and attractive, and no, I certainly didn't mind having you feel up my arm for a couple of minutes. But all of that practice and money for expensive schooling goes right down the drain as far as I'm concerned if you need seven tries to find my vein. It was right there! The thing that was bulging out in plain view! I would show you if your pretty blue eyes had more brains behind them than thin air. Now I have a big purple bruise from being treated like a pincushion instead of a patient. Next time, give me the damn needle. Even money says I hit the right spot in three tries or less.
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