Putting the Iron in Irony

Gentle readers,

So, yes, it's true...WYM is not a fan of needles. Don't care for hospitals/doctors much. Yet, here I am rapidly approaching the nickname "Pin Cushion". In the latest episode of my medical drama, I am receiving intravenous iron twice a week starting today. It's very much in the style of chemotherapy. Yay me.

So I arrive at the hematologist/oncologist and am greeted by having two viles of blood drawn. What never ceases to amaze me is the phlebotomist always looks me in the eye and says "Which arm is better?" Now hear me out. I'm a financial advisor. Say for instance I go to a client meeting with information on mutual funds, lay the data at their feet and say "Ok, Mr and Mrs Jones, which mutual fund is better?" Well, now, that just sounds silly. That's what they are paying me for. Duh! Right?
So, why, oh, why do they expect me to look at my arm and direct them to the best possible vein I've got? Do people do this? Do they say "Well, Sally, I've got a swell vein right here. Works like a charm. Here...hand me that syringe and I'll do it myself." So, I always look the tech right back in the eye, turn on the WYM charm (why upset the lady with the sharp object that she'll shortly be jabbing me with?) and declare. "Nuh uh...the lady with the needle gets her choice. My job is to not pass out. Deal?"

And here's your daily dose of irony...I wound up being assigned 6 IV iron treatments. That's right, WYM...you get the pleasure of an IV being inserted 6 times. Pray that I don't pass out at least once.