Fat blood drive bitch botched up my arm Not a huge emergency or anything, but unpleasant none the less. She was midleaged but looked 60 (I'm guessing here), had thin greasy blond hair, no neck, a giant tarp for her scrubs, and bright pink glittery nails already half way grown out down the nail bed. Also very curt and unfriendly manner. They had the blood drive bus outside my school today, and knowing a lot of people who've needed transfusions in the last few years, I stopped in to do my part. I'm an average (I guess smallish now with all the hams) sized person - 5'6, usually between 120 & 125lbs - and I'll admit my veins have been known to wiggle away/be difficult in the past, but never to the extent that I end up being unsuccessful at donating blood. This bitch jabs the needle in me, can't find a vein so doesn't take it out but wiggles it around and goes deeper, finally hits one while I'm cringing, and shoddily straps it down to my arm. 30 seconds later I glance over and its popped out the vein or something and I'm growing a raised hematoma with the surface size of a silver dollar on my arm. And it hurts! I made her take it out and refused to let her stick the other arm. Fuck that shit - you get one chance at my blood "lady", and you ruined yours. Now my fiance says I'm "too frail for that" and I'm not allowed to give blood again :/ That's really my (skinny, recently graduated nurse - rare I know) sister's fault though cause she looked at my arm and said I already had scar tissue there, probably from the last time I had to get an IV. Oh well. Least I got a colorful new bruise all over the inside of my elbow. /s