Vampires and their torture

Normally I am OK. I go to the Doctor and they need to check on something, and the needles and the vials of blood don't phase me at all.

Today was another matter. Before all of the dog-drama (see below)I went to the Dr. and had my iron re-checked. I sat in the little alcove where the blood-hungry woman works and sat and sat and sat. My anxiety level was OK, I was just getting bored and annoyed.. I mean as far as I knew I was getting ready to come home and get a dog!

Finally the woman comes back from lunch and I find out that:
1. This is not the normal "one-poke" wonder lady I am accustomed to.
2. This lady had to go get a chest X-ray on her lunch break, and was running late.
3. This woman had not been able to get her x-ray and had to rush back to work annoyed and hungry.
4. This woman was making the most awful chest rattling sounds and could barely breathe.
5. This woman could hardly stand up, let alone find a vein.
6. This woman came at my veins like she was stabbing worms.
7. This lady did not listen to me when I said my right arm is the where all the blood is.
8. This woman poked, stabbed, and jabbed at my left arm because it was easier for her to reach without actually standing up.
9. This woman was in such bad condition that when she stopped to switch arms I honestly offered her a peppermint and a cinnamon because she was coughing/wheezing in my face.
10. This woman was so sick that she took my candy.
11. She poked, stabbed, and jabbed at my right arm and totally blew a vein getting blood and now I have a lump the size of a marble.
12. This lady was so woozy and inaccurate she didn't leave a puncture wound, she left a paper cut slice of me open.
13. I really thought she was going to faint, fall dead, or poke the needle through my arm completely.
14. Next time I see her I will say, "No, thanks", I will just go slice myself open and bleed into a vial.