not sure if this is up your alley at all— if it isn’t i’m sorry— but i got my blood drawn a few years ago and was a little uncomfy about it. lady doing it was super nice and sweet and understanding until i was about to stand up and she almost pushed me back into the chair, wiggled the vials of blood in my face, and said “it’s you juice!!” with the scariest smile i’ve ever seen. and then she just cackled and left. i walked out of that room dazed and confused and terribly scared

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get juiced idiot