I think I’ll put “I had two cups of coffee and can’t stop shaking” on the list of things I’d rather not hear from someone on their third try sticking a needle in my vein to draw blood. I told her she needed to go deeper, then said to just use my hand. She didn’t have the little ‘butterfly’ needles, but I told her it didn’t matter. I just wanted to get the test over with. Who knew getting life insurance was such a pain in the ass?