My baller nurse convinced me to let her do an inner forearm I.V., at which I cringed in reflection of the last time I agreed to this (it was ouchy enough to require a warm pad for the full 3.5 hours, and this is coming from someone who likes needles).
Isn't that an insane spot? I thought it was an insane spot. Although I did end up requiring a "warm pad", it was only briefly.
Two.five hours later with my brain and veins saturated, I headed back out into the sun to find groceries and prescriptions.