All Poked Up
Damn college health forms. Damn inoculations. Damn blood tests. Damn lack of creative swear vocabulary. *Wills herself not to scratch the effin' TB test* God, I hate needles! No, seriously. It doesn't hurt that much - I'm not quite that much of a baby - but the sheer feeling of a needle going into my skin gives me the shakes. My hands were so sweaty, at the end, I thought I was going to have to wring them out! And I have to come back next Wednesday, to get some more holes poked in me. *Crawls into a corner, and whimpers pathetically*
