Blood work is not a fun time
sooo today i had a drs appointment. i had a splendiferous time. truly.
i hadn't seen her in a long time, so of course she wanted to do a whole lot of blood work [hooray!]. it's not that big a deal to me really. takes only a couple of minutes and i get to wear the most boring beige bandaid all day once i'm done [i think it's sad that only pediatricians have nifty bandaids with cars and dinosaurs on them. such a shame]
anyhow... the woman who does the blood work has me come into her office and sit in the chair with the high-set padded arms. this guy who appeared to be her boyfriend or some such was hanging out in a loungey chair in the corner. she brings over a bunch of tubes and sets them down on the table next to me. i glance over and there's 10 large vials [i say large because i used to *do* blood work for a doctor and these were in fact the large ones]. she sees me looking and says "yeah those are aaaaall for you" [oh. joy.]
before she puts the tournie on, she goes back and forth between which arm to use and ends up deciding on the left one. ok. tournie goes on and she takes a couple of stabs with a butterfly needle before she gets it right "tell me if it starts to hurt" there's a needle in my arm and since she put it there, she's clearly aware of it.. so i'm not really sure when it's appropriate to inform her of pain. i just stay put and shut up instead.
tube one. tube two. tube three. tube four. tube five. tube six. hmm it's starting to slow a bit. tube seven. definitely slowing. tube eight. damn, it's down to a trickle. tube nine. she's tapping the needle and moving it around to see if she can get any more out of it. no dice. it stopped completely. motherf*cker.
she takes out the needle. then the tournie. and sweet crispy jeebis on two flaming sticks, the second that thing comes off, i feel my head spin. "hey. you ok there?" and then i'm gone. [oh noes]. so YES. i passed out in the chair. she brought me back with an alcohol swab under my nose and a cold mat behind my neck. that guy, her boyfriend, looked sicker than i probably did. [haha fail]. i think it scared him. meanwhile i tried to reassure her that i was "fine now, really." but she made me sit there for a couple of minutes to make sure i didnt collapse on my way back home and crack my head open or some such. "you STAY until i tell you it's ok to go." by now, this situation seems hilarious to me and i'm not sure i even know why. maybe it was the drop in blood going to my brain. she asked if that had ever happened to me before as i was waiting for her "oook you can leave now." it hadnt. but then, no one ever tried to pull that much blood out of my arm at one time. [ha, see. this is why people my size are not allowed to donate blood].
SO. there it is. my bloody adventure.
weeeeeee.
[p.s. notice my mood thingy. it's appropriate] :D
i hadn't seen her in a long time, so of course she wanted to do a whole lot of blood work [hooray!]. it's not that big a deal to me really. takes only a couple of minutes and i get to wear the most boring beige bandaid all day once i'm done [i think it's sad that only pediatricians have nifty bandaids with cars and dinosaurs on them. such a shame]
anyhow... the woman who does the blood work has me come into her office and sit in the chair with the high-set padded arms. this guy who appeared to be her boyfriend or some such was hanging out in a loungey chair in the corner. she brings over a bunch of tubes and sets them down on the table next to me. i glance over and there's 10 large vials [i say large because i used to *do* blood work for a doctor and these were in fact the large ones]. she sees me looking and says "yeah those are aaaaall for you" [oh. joy.]
before she puts the tournie on, she goes back and forth between which arm to use and ends up deciding on the left one. ok. tournie goes on and she takes a couple of stabs with a butterfly needle before she gets it right "tell me if it starts to hurt" there's a needle in my arm and since she put it there, she's clearly aware of it.. so i'm not really sure when it's appropriate to inform her of pain. i just stay put and shut up instead.
tube one. tube two. tube three. tube four. tube five. tube six. hmm it's starting to slow a bit. tube seven. definitely slowing. tube eight. damn, it's down to a trickle. tube nine. she's tapping the needle and moving it around to see if she can get any more out of it. no dice. it stopped completely. motherf*cker.
she takes out the needle. then the tournie. and sweet crispy jeebis on two flaming sticks, the second that thing comes off, i feel my head spin. "hey. you ok there?" and then i'm gone. [oh noes]. so YES. i passed out in the chair. she brought me back with an alcohol swab under my nose and a cold mat behind my neck. that guy, her boyfriend, looked sicker than i probably did. [haha fail]. i think it scared him. meanwhile i tried to reassure her that i was "fine now, really." but she made me sit there for a couple of minutes to make sure i didnt collapse on my way back home and crack my head open or some such. "you STAY until i tell you it's ok to go." by now, this situation seems hilarious to me and i'm not sure i even know why. maybe it was the drop in blood going to my brain. she asked if that had ever happened to me before as i was waiting for her "oook you can leave now." it hadnt. but then, no one ever tried to pull that much blood out of my arm at one time. [ha, see. this is why people my size are not allowed to donate blood].
SO. there it is. my bloody adventure.
weeeeeee.
[p.s. notice my mood thingy. it's appropriate] :D