Monday

You know what I hate?  Well, I hate a lot of things, but Mondays are top of the list.  It could be the fact that I have to have that D&C on Monday.

You know what else I hate?  I hate having my blood drawn.

Here’s the thing.  I’ve had my blood drawn a bizillon times.  I know the drill.  I do not have easy to find veins.  BUT, I know exactly where they go each time.  SO, when I come in to get my blood drawn and you don’t listen to me.  Well, I tend to get upset.  I tend to panic.  I tend to FREAK the heck out!

Unfortunately, this very thing happened at the pre-op appointment.  I told him exactly where to get my blood from.  He ignored me.  He put the stupid rubber band thingie on my arm, told me to make a fist.  Then unfist, then fist...you know the drill.  When he couldn’t find the vein he started slapping the area, like that was going to wake up my veins.  When that didn’t work, he started looking at my hand.  It was about that time that I started to panic.  He then put the rubber band thingie (yes, that is the official name) on my wrist.  THEN, he starts slapping my hand around, like THAT was going to wake up the veins.

I’m about to freak out and then, THEN, he tells me to go to the bathroom and run my hand under cold water.

UM...NOPE!  By this time, I’m at the end of my rope.  I turn my arm over and point to the spot that they always get blood from and ask again if he could just do it there.  He gives me a exasperated look and looks at my arm again.  Feels it and then says....and I KID YOU NOT...he say, oh, I think you are right!  Then proceeds to take my blood.  GAH!!!!!!

So here's hoping Monday goes much smoother than yesterday!

Tell me fun stories, I need to get my mind off this!

Medically yours,
grace