Me - A Male Model

I go to the doctor's office for a routine blood test, for cholesterol and other things. There I encounter "a newbie" to the sharp metal pokie blood business. First she tries the right arm using a rather uncomfortable heroin addict style restrictor, can't find a vein and then tries the left arm, no success. She decides wisely to go get help after two failures, and returns with Ms. Experienced, who walks in the room jokingly & questioningly scolds me for making trouble, and I lower my head, quiver my lower lip and say I'm sorry in my best acting voice, going for a performance of a scared 7 year old little girl.

They laugh, we laugh, and then she tries the left arm, no luck, okay, I'm getting irritated but I try not to show it, my skin is raw, sore, and she goes for the right arm, this time finally some success. Then very carefully I look up towards them just barely avoiding eye contact and right as she is fixing to poke me I say, "Could you be really careful and try not to leave any marks. I'm fixing to go on a photo shoot as a bicep muscle model" and then make eye contact with them and we all burst out laughing. So as she tries to get blood I continue to whisper every few seconds under my breath "Bicep Muscle Model" and she giggles and tells me to shut up.

My arm looked very bad for several days. And my cholesterol was too high. But my regimen of Honey Nut Cheerios seems to have helped. Now we'll see if omega 3 fish oil improves it.