Oh my lord! Today I narrowly avoided a completely accidental sexual assault charge.
I was at the doctors office and I was getting some blood drawn to get my cholesterol and triglycerides levels checked. The medical technician that was drawing the blood was an attractive woman in her late twenties, brunette with purple highlights.
I'm ashamed to say that I'm a little bit of a Sally when it comes to getting my blood drawn, so I had my head turned while the deed was being done. I made a fist while she was finding my vein, and she poked the syringe in. She did a good job, and despite me being dehydrated and having contracted veins, did it in only one poke. She asked me to relax my hand, which I did, leaving my hand in an upturned claw. She finished the draw, removed the needle, and placed a cotton ball on the needle prick. She then asked me to put my finger on the cotton ball (while she prepared the bandage). So I turned my head to see what I was doing. I placed my finger on the cotton ball, then raised my eyes a little further. To my surprise, I realized that my upturned hand was a mere fraction of an inch from her crotch. I'm not sure if she was aware of the situation at all. But after an instant of panic, I bent my wrist away at an uncomfortable angle to give some clearance to try to avoid an incredibly embarrassing situation. See applied the band-aid, and moved away. Situation diffused. Pshew! Disaster averted. Man, one more second of inattention, or one wrong move on either of our parts, and I would have had some very awkward explaining to do.
The good lord always pulls me back from near catastrophe.
I was at the doctors office and I was getting some blood drawn to get my cholesterol and triglycerides levels checked. The medical technician that was drawing the blood was an attractive woman in her late twenties, brunette with purple highlights.
I'm ashamed to say that I'm a little bit of a Sally when it comes to getting my blood drawn, so I had my head turned while the deed was being done. I made a fist while she was finding my vein, and she poked the syringe in. She did a good job, and despite me being dehydrated and having contracted veins, did it in only one poke. She asked me to relax my hand, which I did, leaving my hand in an upturned claw. She finished the draw, removed the needle, and placed a cotton ball on the needle prick. She then asked me to put my finger on the cotton ball (while she prepared the bandage). So I turned my head to see what I was doing. I placed my finger on the cotton ball, then raised my eyes a little further. To my surprise, I realized that my upturned hand was a mere fraction of an inch from her crotch. I'm not sure if she was aware of the situation at all. But after an instant of panic, I bent my wrist away at an uncomfortable angle to give some clearance to try to avoid an incredibly embarrassing situation. See applied the band-aid, and moved away. Situation diffused. Pshew! Disaster averted. Man, one more second of inattention, or one wrong move on either of our parts, and I would have had some very awkward explaining to do.
The good lord always pulls me back from near catastrophe.
~ safe.