I have lost count of how many phlebotomies I have had over the years. When this all started, I had no idea I would ever write about it. The concept of the diseases alone were too scary for me to ever let anyone know what was going on. It was easier for me to hide it back then. But as I got older, I realized I could help people deal with their own private battles, so here I am.
I want to start off by saying that I have the most amazing nurse in the world. I don’t think she realizes how much it means to me that she never questions me when I call, and that due to all the trouble I have had over the years trying to get appointments (the staff at the front desk changes each year), she remains there like a rock for me to lean on. That being said, she pulled out the big guns today. Ouch. I am talking about needles. Avert your eyes….
Oh it doesn’t look so bad once it’s in, but she says the words “big stick” right before she slides it through my flesh. It has to be angled just right or the blood won’t flow correctly. She puts the blood pressure cuff on for the right amount of pressure and then I squeeze a little ball resembling a red blood cell. It didn’t want to work so well today. Each time she tried to tape it in place so she could get a few samples off the pint, it stopped flowing. So she sat there and pulled it out and massaged my vein. We love it when the blood starts to flow quickly; however, it does make me light-headed to be able to fill a bag in 20 minutes or . She won’t let me leave until I finish a can of ginger-ale. Also, I told her about my blog, so she held the bag up for me today.