Blood test

My Mom, Grandma C and Aunty H took me to my doctor's for my regular check-up. He always asks Mama to bring a sample of poo(sorry, but that's the cutest word for that disgusting thing). I didn't feel like going number 2 so Mama couldn't take a bit of it to the office to check me for worms. He then told her that he needed to draw my blood. That added a lot to the medical bill and cost me my precious blood. Boy, I screamed at the top of my lungs, it huuuuuuurt!!! Like MAMA, I haaaaate having my blood drawn, it's so, so, uncomfortable and painful! My squeamish Aunty H (I don't know how her mind functions, she went to see the BODIES exibition and took the Jack the Ripper walk when she was in London...)and Grandma C couldn't stay in the room looking at me being victimized like that and left. Mama had to stay to give me moral support, but I could see in her eyes she was suffering to see me in such agony. She told me I'd better poop next time,'cause she'd rather go through the humilliation of picking it up, putting in a tube, and taking it to the doctor's than spending more money and damaging her ears with some trillion decibels of scream when I'm pricked by a needle.