Once upon a time my veins and I had a great relationship, I would ask for blood and without question they would stand to attention and duly give.
Over time though they have been spending more and more time away from home they have packed there bags and gone travelling, when I call on them they are no longer there.
In hospital last year we sent a search party to look for them, two doctors searched for half an hour before a solitary vein was eventually found.
During chemotherapy I was treated as an in patient, my reputation was such that the doctors on the ward would no longer try and I would be sent down to the chemotherapy nurses in out patients to have my venflon put in.
6 and a half years of countless blood tests, numerous CT scans and 4th line chemotherapy will do that to you I expect but boy do I miss those little buggers.