Master phlebotomist

First, just let me say this: best.needlestick.ever.

The kid that drew my blood today was amazing! I have no veins. Never have. The only visible ones I have are on the back of my hands, and those are pretty painful. Even then, the phlebotomist often has to dig around as that vein tries to weave and bob its way from the needle.

Today, however, I was transported by this 20-something into a land of phlebotomic (is that a word?) ecstasy. "Your veins are like butter," he whispered in my ear, as he oh-so-deftly slipped the needle into my arm.

There was the barest sensation of a prick and ten seconds later he withdrew the needle with a vial full of my blood.

"You are the master," I tell him. "Y'all hear that," he calls to his co-workers, "I am the Master Phlebotomist!" An older woman colleague yelled back, "Marcus, you better stop with that foolishness or that lady's gonna fall out!"

I breathlessly ask, "when can I see you again?" Alas, he doesn't work regular hours, so I can only hope our star crossed paths will cross again. It's a shame. I'll need at least two of these blood draws each treatment cycle. Sigh.