Pin Cushion

A brave iron-man? Dedicated teacher? Moron? Yes, that's it, I believe it's moron.
I am freshly back from teaching a class at the nearby school. What class, do you ask? Well, it just happened to be "Blood Drawing Day"....great. So, for the past four hours, I have been a guinnea pig. Poked and prodded; my warm blood rudely stolen from me. Now I look like a junkie, track marks up and down my arms. And strangely enough, the woman running the course did not appreciate me taking my belt off to use as a tourniquette....it was a joke, geez. And I never was able to convince those girls that my best veins are in my "crotchular region". Wait, does that cross the line? Sorry, cut me some slack, I'm a little over seven large phlebotomy tubes short of blood.
And it's a wicked high. Good night.