One blood draw.
Never have I ever had a blood draw go so wrong. Well, you know, until now.
As infection control goes, I'm not quite sure if one is supposed to use the same needle to stick you three unsuccessful times in the same arm, looking for the same vein............one that was clearly clearly visible.
Only when changing arms did a new needle get attached. That can't be right, right?
Oh, and the last three sticks hurt. Oddly enough, I didn't come away mega-bruised or with a hematoma. So.......silver lining!
This is all for my doctor's appointment today. Yes, I always insist on getting all my labwork done ahead of time, so if needed, he and I can make a plan of action. It has rarely come to that.
Seven years ago, I needed a new doctor because my one retired, but I knew it in advance. When calling my current one - or what I thought to be current one - his number didn't work. And he was no longer on the hospital website. And his email bounced back. Motherfuck!
Me, being me, I called their department administrator (the me of that service line) to axe what happened. He retired, they said. I said, 'where was my 30 day notice?, I said. They didn't send one, and I had to remind them, it was required by law. Then..............crickets.
So, this afternoon I see a new guy. We'll see how it goes. I'm expecting little and maybe that's the right attitude. I've forged bonds with my last two docs and what has it gotten me? I just need them to tell me I'm gonna live and maybe write a script for stuff.
As Ina Garten would say, "how easy is that?"
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