I can deal with a lot of the labels that have been assigned to me. Lesbian, fat, frumpy, whatever. My labels at work are never ending. Rodney once joked that I don't wear a name tag because even my large chest couldn't support all my titles (then freaked that he had offended me). Dude, one of my favorite labels is Big Chested!!!
But today, after my blood draw, as I walked with my chart in hand to the front desk to check out, I saw the one label that has ever hurt me.