That's it! I'm getting a tattoo!
I'm still peeved about the nurse's three attempts to take blood from me on Tuesday. If I need a blood test, then someone needs to take blood from me to take the test. It's not complicated. Now, I know my arms can be less than forthcoming with blood, but even I can pretty much tell you where to insert the needle.

I have no fear of being used as a pincushion. Indeed, I encouraged the woman to stick the needle in me three times in her vain attempts to tape a vein. I could have taken another three, but she gave up. What was her motivation? I was clearly unfazed. She could have kept going and had the satisfaction of a job well done... but no!

So, next time I have a successful blood removal operation, I'm going to a tattoo artist. I'm going to show them the hole and ask them to tattoo a dot on it. It will be almost entirely invisible. However, whenever it's time for a blood test, I'll be able to point to my dot and say - "here please".

Simple!