Saturday, April 21, 2012
I used to really really hate getting stuck for my labwork. Anymore, I don't care - it no longer bothers me.
In the last two decades, I've had so many venipunctures and IVs I no longer flinch when I have to go, let alone when they actually get poked and bleed.
When I was young - you know, into my 20s - I had this irrational fear that I'd flex my arm and break the needle leaving it embedded there.
When I was really young - you know 12 - because of this fear, nurses and my mother would have to hold me down during blood draws just so they could get their sample. ....and we're talking like 3-4 nurses plus mom.
I got tot he point that I could watch the tubes fill with serum once I got stuck, but would never watch the actual stick. Now I take pictures of it while it happens. Dan Savage is right: It does get better!
Anyways, yesterday was possible the best stick ever. And no, I didn't even see it. I didn't even feel it. I wasn't ready for it and never even knew she stuck the needle in me. Seriously.
Eight tubes of blood drained from me - and since I wasn't "donating", I didn't get a Twinkie - I got a band-aid and sent on my way.
I'll get the results during my doc appointment in two weeks. I'm not hopeful. Things had been good in the cholesterol department but my eating habits over the last few months have been horrid, as has my gym attendance. I gotta gotta gotta get back on that train - the express, not the local.
But there was a highlight to the day. The clerk at the next desk. I was totally perving on him while waiting to get checked-in.
The word 'swarthy' comes to mind. ...so does the word 'stalking', but that word isn't about him. I'm good with both.
Song by: Bruce Hornsby