This line of conversation would have been fine if it was indeed about taking a shot at a dartboard, but it was actually a nurse deciding where to put the needle in my arm to take my blood.
Now I'm not squeamish, I've given birth five times, I've had more blood taken from me than a vampire's buffet table, but I was becoming a little bit nervous.
I'd been at the hospital since 1:30pm and it was now 5:45pm I reeeeeeally wanted to go home.
My left arm was the first target:
Nurse: " a sharp scratch.....oh.......it's not coming out shelly *wiggles it a bit and pokes my arm* is this working shelly?
Shelly: "no that's not the right place......"
I glance over and make eye contact with the nurse, I felt like a magic act, tied to a board, the magician is blindfolded and throwing knives.
Nurse: "damn....I'll try the other arm.....*pokes other arm* "
The two nurses discuss the best vein to use, tie the tourniquet as tight as possible, then rub my arm trying to bring some life into it.
It's no use my veins have ran away, probably fearful for the next onslaught, but shelly found it and it's all over, bullseye!!! Reminds me of the game show iiiiiiiiiiiin one!!!!!!!!