
The gal did the stick and filled one tube but on the 2nd tube she wasn't having any luck. "Wow, this has slowed wa-a-a-y-y down, not getting much now." She kind of moved the needle a bit inside the vein which triggered my internal squeamish switch and I had to talk myself out of getting light headed and freaking out. Finally she decided to try the other arm. On went the band-aid and in when the needle in my right arm. "Oh that's better." She said, "It's filling right up."
A minute later I was done and walking out with a band-aid covering a lump of gauze on each arm which caused a little girl to gape in horror as she waited her turn. Sheesh! And as I reflected on it later I realized - I had given her the wrong arm.
Which begs the question, where does my brain go, sometimes? Does it just check out and some other thinking (or non-thinking) device takes it's place? I mean - it was instinctual - here - this is the arm, use this one.
Sometimes I just have to ask WTF??
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