Phlebotomist's Nightmare

I had my bloods taken today (just 2 vials). The lady who did the jabbing was a student. It took her 5 minute to find my vein, 2 minutes to put gloves on (like they've never put gloves on in their life) and then took another 2-3 minutes finding the "lost" vein again.

The words you don't want to hear before or during surgery is "oops"; well the same goes for having blood taken. The "oops" I'm referring to is the moment after inserting the needle and feeling a little more than a "little sting". She punctured through the vein and gently stuck it into my tendons in my elbow.

Yes, it's sore. Yes, it got done eventually. And No, this is not the first time it's happened - my veins are a Phlebotomist's nightmare!

Krispy Kream is gross

Krispy Kreme is like eating stale bread with diluted, flaking icing...

I'm a Dreamy Donuts kinda girl

A sombrero... to hide the blonde

Just remembered something...

We (myself, Ben and my brother) were waiting in the queue to enter Soundwave 2010 (March 1st), and a woman was selling timetables on lanyards. The pair of girls in front of us with massive sombreros bought one. The band and stage sessions were in 24hr time. Without skipping a beat, one of the sombrero girls questioned loudly, “What’s 22 mean?” Her friend didn’t know either. I lost faith in humanity yet again and it was only a Monday.

Cats are like a box of chocolates...

Well... the two kittens we've had since they were 5 weeks old are now 6 months old, so they were booked in today for "the snip". We've been under the impression we had a brother and sister pair, and knew that the female, Lily, would be more costly than our male, Marshall.

They've been to the vet twice prior to this scheduled operation for their vaccinations and general check-ups. But no one has bothered correcting or even noticed one discrepancy...

Turns out Marshall was always a female. . .

Fossil evidence suggests. . .

So... Perth Museum had a dinosaur exhibit recently - a few animatronics here and there. But it was at their permanent display of a rather large carnotosaur-like therapod that I saw this sign. Now, any self-respecting dinosaur lover would clearly see the problem here with the image, however, I'll point it out.

The dinosaur is an Allosaurid, not a plant eating hadrosaur Muttaburrasaurus. And considering the artist, Peter Trusler, intended it to be a carnivore, I expect that no-one in the museum really put a whole lot of effort into their signage...

That's my gripe with Perth Museum over. . .