I went in this morning for a blood test (annual checkup, nothing serious) and was struck by my male nurse's comments. He kept telling me what a nice guy I was. And I am a nice guy but it seemed to really stand out to this guy. I'll add that he found my shy vein in a matter of seconds, so I was especially pleased with his work - usually it takes half an hour and four entry points to get blood outta me.
Conclusions one can reach:
- People are unpleasant when they give blood.
- People are unpleasant when they've been fasting.
- People are unpleasant at that hour of the morning.
- There is something about this guy that pisses people off.
- I'm unusually cheerful because of the raise and the community theatre gig.
- Walking to the hospital instead of driving makes me less cranky.
- He was coming on to me.
- His thick Cuban accent brings out the racist in many people.
- I'm grateful to only be bleeding from one area, and it shows.
- I'm just nicer than the average person.
Regardless, it's great that the bloodletting was such a nice experience. A week from now when they tell me that my cholesterol is thicker than molasses and my heart must be taken out and reamed with pipe cleaners, I might be a little more unpleasant. Right now I'm riding high.
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