So I went to the doctor today for a check up, and everything was perfectly fine. Until the told me I had to get blood drawn. 

Now I'm a person, that despises needles with a passion. If someone with a needle trys to come near me, I scream and run the other direction. So you can guess how I felt. 

So they got the orders ready, and they took me to the lab and set everything up. I assumed that the girl who normally does it (who knows how to take my blood and has been doing it for almost ten years) was there today. She wasn't. Instead, there was a new girl in her place. 

Automatically, I freaked out. 

Why you ask? 

Well, let me give you a back story:

For clarification before I tell you my story, I have rheumatoid arthritis. I have had it since I was born ad they found it when I was three.

That being said, when I was six my mom took me to get my blood drawn, and they had a new person working. Well they stuck me once, and they couldn't find a good vein. So they tried again on the same arm. They tried two more times in the same arm, so over all the guy stuck me three times in one arm.

Seeing that he could find no good vein in that arm, he switched to the other arm. And stuck me three more times. So over all, I was stuck six times. And even after that the guy didn't draw any blood. At all.

So then we went to another clinic and there, they finally got it right. 

Now moving back to today. Every time I get a new person, I freak out because of that experience. And today was no better. 

I have rolling veins, so it's sometimes hard to find them. Well this mother ing idiot goes in, sticks me with the needle and starts rolling the needle around INSIDE MY ING ARM. And she wasn't even doing it in the middle, it was on the god damn side of my arm. 

All in all, I started crying because it ing hurt and I said, "Get that thing out of my arm." She took it out and bandaged me up and I stormed out of the office. 

Note to self: Next time, run and don't look back.