For the first time in years, blood draws are avoidable. And I had my last blood draw yesterday.
It wasn’t for the trial or a check-up, it was for a blood test required by my life insurance. This test wasn’t required of anyone else at work, all of whom have the same insurance, so must be a cleverly disguised test for illegal substances. They got my urine and my blood. It’s cool. I’m clean. Or, they could be concerned for my health.
At any rate, they added three holes to my body before they got any blood, and that’s the last blood I am giving up until my yearly physical in September, baby. This is my body and my blood, and I am keeping it all inside.
6 responses to “December 22, 2010”
This appears to maybe be an example of feeding the vampire……
Ugh, I cringe every time I have to give blood. I’m often stuck more than once and they dig around with the needle for a vein. Usually they settle on one in my hand – but a good phlebotomist can actually use my arm. The last straw for me was donating blood for a blood drive and having to give from my hand after having both arms bruised. Thank goodness we don’t have drug testing here.
The worst was the gestational diabetes test when I had to get stuck 4 times in 3 hours. Oh, my aching veins!
Benchmark – If vampires were southern women who called me “Boo,” then yes.Amy_in_StL – I prefer the hand. Hurts much less than the arm. Caroline – Next time, try the hand. Or the wrist. And a butterfly needle.All – Why is it no one noticed this was titled December 22, 2001? It’s 2010.
Oh, hell no! I have good veins on the insides of my elbows. Great, even. It only hurt so much because they had to re-stick them so close together.
Caroline – Once, someone threatened to go to my feet.