Jimi!!
I know precisely how that feels. When I was 17 I donated blood for the first time and the little 'bastard' had no idea what he was doing. H stuck me three times in the same spot and dug around for about 5 minutes each times. The supervisor came up when everyone else was gasping and pointing at me. Apparently I had turned bone white, even my lips, and was shaking. The supervisor told 'the bastard' to leave and then he tipped my chair back and asked if I wanted to proceed. I told him, yeah just don't let that guy stick me again. He went to my other arm and got me going in about thirty seconds.
I had to lay down afterwards though and take two packs of cookies and 2 juices to recover... OH and the entire inside of my elbow from halfway down my forearm and up to the middle of my bicep was bruised to hell and back. I actually had to explain the bruise to the school counselor
. The next year I donated again and had someone draw from that arm no problem. Last I heard 'the bastard' was working in a gas station