I hate it. Absolutely, positively, would rather shoot myself in the foot, hate it.
So, I go to get blood drawn today, you know, for the routine blood/glucose levels, cholesterol, and HIV testing. Three separate vials of blood they need to draw. No big deal, right?
Wrong.
She missed at first, and the second she stuck the needle in, my ears began to ring. After the second vial, my vision started to blur, and I already couldn't hear. The third vial.. Well, let's say that after it was done, the lady had to help me get to the chair to sit down.. For about 5 minutes before I could see and hear again.
So, now you see why I hate blood work. I'm fine with cutting myself, or smashing a finger, or the occasional falling down the brow of the ship.
But I wasn't even looking at my arm when the blood was coming out, and I still almost passed out.
Anyway, yeah.. I should get back to work. Even though it's already done, and the only other person in my workcenter who is here, is on watch. Hurray.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
5 comments:
I don't know where you get the hate of blood work. They can take all the blood they want from me, but don't give me a shot. Hope all the blood you gave comes back normal.
I agree with you Kim, drain my blood with that big needle but don't use a tiny one or air gun for a shot.
Glad to see you have joined the land of blogging John.
I am with you Johnathan. I hate having my blood drawn. I have only given blood once in my life and that was after 911. Just hate, hate, hate it. You get it from me. :)
Love you.
I think that I have had blood drawn from every part of my body. Don't like but there is a reason for it. Think of something good when they are taking it, like the family that loves you , maybe a good beer that you have tasted or those pretty lips on that pretty gal that you are snuggeling with. if that doesn't work i;ll lend you the gun. grandpa
Another comedian in the family!
Post a Comment