She seemed to think this was some sort of insult on her ability, and asked if I wanted a second opinion on whether or not the needle was in right. I said I didn't want a second opinion, I just wanted the damn thing out.
What pisses me off most about this, more than the pain in my left inner elbow or the coldness of my fingers or even the sleepy feeling I'm experiencing, they treated me like it was my fault that this happened. They assumed it was my first time giving blood and that I was nervous and panicky. It was *not* my first time giving blood, I was *not* nervous and I only panicked when I lost feeling in my extremities.
People mess up. That's understandable. But don't tell me it's my problem. And don't worry so much about the other people giving blood seeing someone in the room not having a pleasant and eventless experience that they become afraid. And don't try to fix the situation by just making me laugh. Or by giving me cookies. I don't want your god damn cookies. I don't want any fucking pretzels either.