Half a year ago I was sent to take blood tests:



I go into the office, sit down, hang my sleeves.

The nurse prints out some illusion for blood sampling (it’s definitely not a syringe), looks at me with honest eyes and asks, “Will you take it yourself? “” I answer with slightly rounded eyes, “Yes, I can’t.”



It turned out that she meant the results of the analysis. They laughed. I suspect the hospital is now a new joke.