Because there is Some Serious Humor Here too

So, Elise is a hard stick with the IV and drawing blood from her is a challenge. Even though they put a port in, today she had to have an IV because of the PET scan (the dye can damage the port and/or create false reads on tests). The first time they tried to hit the vein, it didn't work. They dug around in her arm several seconds until abandoning ship. I turned to Elise while the nurse went out of the room to get more supplies and said:

Me: I'm going to pray now that they get it on the first go. Like, WHAM! There it is.
Elise: Okay, fine, but can you do that silently. It freaks people out sometimes.
Me: Sure. I can pray quietly.

So, I sat there behind the nurse, facing E, mouthing my prayer. Specifically, I said to God, "God, let the nurse hit that vein like instantly, perfectly, quickly, the first second she puts the needle in."

I look up and not only did all of that happen, but blood shot clear across the room out of that needle. Like on Elise's clothes, hand, the nurse, the table, the floor. 

Nurse goes out to get cleaning supplies and sterilization stuff.

I pointed at my head and then at the ceiling and wiggled my eyebrows. How you like me now, eh?

Elise: Okay, so maybe you pray a little less powerfully next time.
Me: God, maybe you keep on responding so we can give you all the glory.
Elise: Or that's good too.