In my continuing quest to find why I'm in chronic pain and why my uterus is out of its damn mind, my doctor had me get some blood drawn at a local Quest clinic earlier in the morning. They didn't make appointments so I decided it was in my best interest to get there right when they opened, hoping to avoid crowds (are there crowds at a blood clinic?), and do it before work started. I was an unwilling participant in a 12+ hour fast, yet still did it because apparently it produces the results needed.
I arrived a bit early and chilled in my car listening to NPR. Once it opened I headed upstairs and waited 30 minutes before they even called me up. She sat me in a chair and asked me to wait while she took care of a few things as she was the only one in the clinic that morning. After roughly 5 minutes of sitting in the chair, another woman arrived to help out. I thought it was a blessing until I realized through listening to their conversation that she was brand new and needed to be walked through the process before JAMMING ME IN MY ARM.
I won't go so far as to say I have a phobia of needles, but the mental hurdles needing to be climb to get through a stabbing can be substantial. I pretend to have conversations in my head with other people. I recite Peter Pan's, "Think happy thoughts!" I try breathing deeply - that should stop though because it eventually turns into hyperventilation.
She tied my arm off and cleaned it, then had me pump my fist to bring a vein out. The needle went in and I was okay. Then slowly I began getting sicker and sicker and things weren't okay. She had my sign a paper after she was done making sure I could verify my information. Roughly, oh, RIGHT AFTER, I said, "I don't feel so good...". The memories are a little fuzzy after this, yet I do remember this series of events:
1. I began falling forward. She grabbed my face while snapping her fingers. "Hey. HEY! LOOK AT ME. LOOK UP AT ME." I remember FINALLY finding her face. It uh...usually doesn't take that long.
2. She asked me the date. MARCH!! Botched it.
3. She had me stand up while I awkwardly leaned on her and had me lay on a table for another 10 minutes while covering me with cold wash cloths and ice packs. There was no getting up allowed until I got my color back in my face and lips.
So, hey, I told my work I'd be a little late but would get there between 7:45-8:00. I didn't arrive until 8:45. Best employee ever.
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