Lots of tape residue, a photo by Thirteen Of Clubs on Flickr.
Just looking at the picture above makes me cringe. After all, it was just this morning that I had blood extracted from my right arm. It's not the sight of blood that scares me. What actually gives me the jitters is the thought of being pricked several times before any blood could be extracted from my hard-to-locate and fragile veins. The bend in the arm, I presume is the best place to jab the needle because that's where they commonly make the punctures. That's not the case with me. This morning, the nurse or medical tech found a suitable vein not at the hollowed center part of the arm bend but somewhat to the side. Before she even tied my arm with the tourniquet, I already told her it's not easy to locate my veins. When she found that side vein, she said it's going to hurt. Thank you for the warning. I need to know what to expect. Hahaha I suppose my blood pressure went up just hearing what she said. So when she got ready to insert the needle, I looked away. Before that unforgettable incident with an inexperienced med tech probably two years ago, I normally look at the needle being inserted and blood being drawn out. Not this time though. I just needed to get through with it.
The lady wasn't kidding