I’m not one of those people who faints at the sight of a needle or blood. In fact, I really enjoy giving blood, and not because I’m helping to save 3 lives according to the Red Cross, but because I like to watch the blood pump out of me and go into that bag. I feel strong just doing it, like, “Yes! Take my blood because it is so so good and iron-filled, and it’s O positive. Everybody, take some, have as much as you like from the universal donor!” But I do get very, very nervous when I initially see that needle which will end up puncturing my skin and stinging just a wee bit. And when I get nervous I do one of two things: clam up or crack jokes. So, as the nurse knocked on the door and stepped inside the doctor’s office with antibiotic-filled needle in hand, I couldn’t help but crack a joke and giggle a tad when she said, “Ok, unzip your pants and give me your right cheek.” I’m sure it would have been better if I could actually form vowels, but my throat is so swollen that full sentences are few and far between these days.