I donated blood from a vein today. I came to the opening. There is no one, beauty. I sat down at the table, stretched out my hand and waited for my papers to be cleared, my eyes clinged. The process began: my hand was compressed into my fist, I was burned, the needle within me. Unfortunately, there is no blood. The lab worker jokingly called me greedy and that I’m sorry even to fill the table. And so it will be, ohhhh, but... there is no effect. After a minute's stay and unsuccessful excavation, the lab worker decided that another vein was needed. And at that moment I turned to her and whispered in a half-tree: "So can they burn off?" Then I heard something like “Oh, thank you.” The fire was removed, the process went, 7:15 at the time. and good morning :)