Had some blood work done today.
I am starting to lose hope in the medical field after the last few weeks.
I had to fast for 12+ hours. So when I show up this morning at 9:10 I am hungry and ready to be done.
Have I mentioned I am not fond of needles?
Well anyway - she pokes me once...not too bad. Blood starts to run. Then STOPS. GRRR....she wiggles the needle...taps the vial and determines it's a bad tube. Puts on a new tube.
Blood starts to run again. Then stops AGAIN! Now I am irritated. So she taps the bottle. She wiggles the needle. What next? Try the other arm? OH NO - she JAMS the needle up my arm. I wince in pain. Have I mentioned I don't like needles?
So by this time (hungry, thirsty and violated with a needle) I am starting to get a wee bit - faint. So she tells me she isn't comfortable continuing.
SCREW THAT. You are getting what you came for lady. Do what you have to do. Get that damn blood. I am NOT doing this again next week.
So she moves me to a room with a bed.
Pokes me again - and the blood starts to run. THEN STOPS AGAIN.
By this time I have had about all I can take. Get it over with. Get what you can.
So she wiggles the needle - pokes me again (I think) and gets enough.
It's been a long day.
Urgh.