That was the plan.
I left around 3:15 or so and headed to the worker's comp doctor's office, where I signed in for my appointment.
And chatted (yay me with the social skills!) with the lady next to me, who had been there since one freaking o'clock.
At 4:45, I finally go back to an exam room, where they tell me that Bulldozer's parents had never given them the results of his blood test, so I not only get to get a shot, I get to have another blood draw.
Me = needle phobic.
Me = petrified.
Anyhow, I survived the booster -- which hurt a heck of a lot more than the first one did. The nurse takes a look at my veins (after trying a "nifty new toy" -- a cuff for your upper arm, like when they put the latex band around your arm -- that clearly did not, and would never, fit my upper arm, short of emergency liposuction surgery).
Anyway, she takes a look at my veins and comments at how thin they are.
"Actually," I say, trying to be helpful, "the lady at the lab last time said they were just very deep, but she did go get to get a smaller needle."
The nurse looks at me doubtfully.
Me = petrified x 2.
She looks at my arm one more time, decides that she doesn't want to miss and "blow out [your] vein" and sends me to the lab at the hospital...again.
Where I am met by a different tech, who also has trouble finding veins in the normal place. So, she takes my right arm, slaps it -- yeah, slaps it -- a few times to make the veins...puff up, I think is the word she used.
She sticks the needle in.
HOLY FREAKING MOTHER OF GOD!
So, at this point, it's 5:15, and I head back to school, turn everything off, and leave it in the disastrous state it was in. I'll head back tomorrow to finish up agenda books and copy the beginning of Matilda, and then spring break'll start.