I won!

Our blood sucking governor will not have any of my blood! Oh no she won’t!

I carried my back pack and holy water to the blood testing center, I was prepared to fight! My name was called and I sat down. The lady got ready to draw blood for the governor.

She checked one arm, she checked the other arm, and decided to settle for the left one. She got all ready and started trying to find a vein. After a full minute of patting and feeling around, she changed to my right arm. Finally she finds a vein that she likes. She sticks me with a needle and…. nothing. No blood. She starts moving the needle around, in and out, sideways. She must find blood for the governor! The governor is thirsty!

So she moved to my hand. Yes, my hand! She got some funky buttlerfly looking needle and stuck it in my hand! But my will was strong, and no blood would flow through that needle either. She kept poking, talking about my vein rolling away from the needle. Needle in. Needle out.

And she finally gave up and wrote “unable to obtain” on my paperwork so that the governor knows that she will have to do without my sweet, sweet blood.

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