Leech

It is now a bright purple -turning black with a small red bee sting-like bump right in the centre.
In the crook of my elbow, where arm meets hand/ upper arm.
Ever been to a clinical lab? And encountered a trainee punk lab assistant with hair longer than his white coat? And watched him while he stuck a needle into your arm and THEN fished for the vein? Eh? The most you could do then was to give him a "you-lowly-worm look", because squirming with needle in arm is bad idea. And when he thinks it is enough to take two ml blood, another punk assistant tells him he will have to take four? So he plunges needle in once more and THEN casts out for the elusive (?!) vein? AND nearly turns a faint when he sees the blood gushing out of that needle exit, leaving YOU to dab at your unnaturally bleeding hand? Been there? EH?
IF you have, then tell me the colour of your bruise.
On the same day that I got my war-wound, I saw three others who flaunted stabs in varying shades of yellow, blue, one particularly evil green. All of them had just encountered one version or the other of the Trainee Punk Lab Assistant. Mine, I pointed out, was the arch criminal, Chief Trainee Lab Assistant Punkster.
And if you haven't, then good for you! And I do hope you never meet that sad sack lab ass.


P.S. In case I've sounded like long hair was the reason for his inefficiency, then let me set the record straight: I have nothing against men with long hair. Truly! :)