Face Pain and the Needle Job

I am going to dedicate this little blog entry to the friend I've known the longest - wait for it, wait for it, wait for it..................Amie!!

Amie and I go way back, so far back I can remember times when she would ask me if my face hurt and I would tell her no and of course her response would be "well, it's killing me". I can't tell if that response is based on the time we were walking on the blacktop at school, heads down watching our shoes and hearing Amie suddenly say "WATCH OUT" to find myself reacting to the shrill of her yell and my face and nose planted into a volleyball pole. Yes, my face hurt and I had the pain to prove it.

Years have gone by and we have story after story but I want to say how proud I am of Amie for doing something she has wanted to do for a long time. Phlebotomy school is the start of another chapter that will grow and create other chapters in her life. Now, you know this means, she is going to be asking for my vein of pain and you all know I am going to tell her HELL NO. Not because I don't trust her but because anyone coming at me with a needle is going to get a swift kick and punch. Just ask the last phlebotomist that came at me (I am not a violent person, all of the action happened in my head). But, I know many people I can volunteer to you MiMi.

Low and behold, if you really need me you know I would hand over my pasty white arm with blue rivers of liquid to you. I would do it if it meant helping you, just like when you yelled "WATCH OUT" so many years ago. Pain is apart of life, if it means planting your face into a pole or letting your friend place a needle to a vein, I will do it with a bruised ego and soar arm as long as it is with you.

YOU ROCK MY FRIEND!!! Best of luck to you and know that I am always here!