I got a very good sign of imminent release today: my blood was drawn. This is usually done 90 days before release, which could mean that my day is coming up soon. Needless to say, my excitement is running high.
This morning I was called out of work in the library to the infirmary a few doors away. Sitting in the sparse waiting room (no magazines, cushy chairs or gross posters on the wall here) I spotted a friend who got the same parole answer as me at the same time I did. While we were chatting about what we are looking forward to upon release, my name was called. We call this "being sucked by the vampires" because we often come out with several holes and a transformed attitude.
In the infirmary I sat on a chair and laid out my right arm to be tied off with a rubber tourniquet. The nurse, a young blonde that everyone has warned me about, asked polite questions about my plans for release. As I answered, looking away, I felt the prick in the bend of my elbow.
"Uh oh, you rolled," she said.
After a few moments of feeling a weird sensation in my arm, I looked down and saw the needle twirling in my arm making circles as she tried to find my rolled vein.
"You know, that is petty uncomfortable," I told her.
"Yeah... okay, let's try the other one," she replied. "You have great veins, they just roll."
ON my left arm the nurse missed again, blaming another rolling vein. This is what I'd been warned about. Little did I know I would be assaulted for my blood so Texas Department of Corrections can run tests for AIDS and Hep C. The nurse decided to call in a substitute who drew blood on her first poke. I did not foresee the necessity of performing as a pincushion but, if it means going home, I will ride a flaming motorcycle while juggling monkeys blowing bubbles.
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