I just never wanted to be one.

 

I remember my mother had a red tomato made out of material.  It looked like a tomato and was stuffed quite firmly.  Its entire purpose was a pin cushion.  She had it full of straight pins.  It was handy whenever she needed one.

Recently, having passed through a gauntlet of nurses, I returned to my room to begin the process of painfully removing medical tape, band aids, gauze and other patch work, from having been poked, jabbed and stuck with IV’s for several days.

I have nothing against tomatoes; I just never wanted to be one.  I truly believe that future technology will provide a way to draw blood without invading the body with pointy sharp steel, as a stranger gently whispers, “Okay, a little poke”