I’m not okay today. I’m sitting here in the lab eyeballing the nurse as he comes toward me with a needle ready to jab my arm for a blood sample. Just the thought of having my blood drawn makes me pass out. Every person in this world who knows me understands this is part of my Kellie silliness. They also know the countless stories I can share regarding all my past experiences. There was the time I lost consciousness and knocked out a basketball size hole doctor’s office wall. One time, I passed out in the hallway of the medical center smearing makeup all over the front desk as I…