I have an owey

In a previous post, I alluded to the fact that I do not like needles. Similarily, I do not like blood. Well, I should clarify: I like it rushing through my veins and arteries, delivering good stuff and shunting bad, but it makes me quesy to see it. Today we had a wellness nurse come into work, and measure height, weight, blood pressure, blood sugar and cholesterol for those who wanted. Well, I think that stuff is kinda cool to know, so I went.

The last two tests requre blood. Not much, though - just a drop each. The nurse pricked my finger, and waited expectently. Waited.

"Not much of a bleeder, are you?"

No, I am not. Call my vessels greedy. So, she squeezed my finger, trying to will a drop to fall.

"Maybe if you sorta let your hand dangle...."

She squeezed more. Finally, a drop fell out. I am not looking, but just thinking about what is going on is making me really queezy. I think I could have impressed her if she measured my blood pressure after she pricked my finger. I can feel it dropping.

"Okay, now we need a second drop, for the second test"

And, more of the same. Long story short, my cholesterol was 4.15, my glucose was 4.1 and my finger is sore. I am a healthy wuss.