Yes, I asked for a butterfly needle . . .

This afternoon's doctor's appointment went from mildly annoying to flat out frustrating.  I was a little bothered that the nurse forgot to take my blood when I was at my appointment on Monday.  This meant having to come to work early today to take an hour lunch that would not consist of a lunch.  Now the story gets to annoying.  This is the first time I've had blood drawn there so I gave them the low down.  My veins suck because they like to hide and roll.  First they need to use my left arm and a butterfly needle due to my past history.  Okay, I should know this because have been giving blood longer than I want to remember.  As a child it was due to my seizures then it was my blood clotting disorder.  Lets just say for the past 6 years I have been giving blood at least once a month.   The lady does not listen to me and goes in with a regular needle in my left arm.  She starts digging since my vein rolled.  What a shock!!!  She then proceeds again with the wrong needle type in my right arm after I tell her that she needs to use the other needle.  She misses again and tries to dig.  Plus she curses while trying to do it.  I tell her as calmly as I can that I think we need to try with the correct needle or another person.  She then tells me she did not use the butterfly needle to begin with because she is afraid of them.  What?!?!?!?!  I am about ready to fly off the handle because if you felt like that at the beginning why did you proceed?  A new nurse comes in and looks at my battered arms and tries again.  This time she uses the correct needle and arm and surprise surprise she gets its.  At least I know who can do it in the office if this happens again.  I guess the moral of the story is people hate not being listened to and treated with care.  Hopefully, this lesson will be a good reminder for me when I try to plow ahead.  ;)