I have been having a lot of medical tests lately...I know that I have referred to these tests in some of my previous posts. Most of the tests require blood work and a technician or nurse usually are the ones drawing the blood! ( I know duh) I have never been afraid of needles .. I wasn't ever a fan of being stuck with a needle, but I held my own and got through it. I really didn't have anything to complain about in that area before.
Now when I see anybody coming towards me with a needle, panic sets in and I want to bolt to the nearest exit. I usually talk myself out of bolting and being stressed out by assuring myself with logic and statistics ...and the fact that I'll just have to return to probably the same office and let them poke me again! (That's usually the one that works). Besides I am always sure that I can explain to whomever is poking me, that I might not be an easy case and would they please use a butterfly needle and to be alert because my veins roll.
Without being graphic ...let me just say this ... Stevie Wonder could do a better job.. at drawing my blood then the techs and nurses that I have had lately!
I can usually tell that the techs and nurse aren't listening to me when I tell them these things about my veins, they never stop what they're doing ,they grab their rubber tie, wrap it around my upper arm and go at it with their choice of a needle.
Then after they are done poking holes in my first arm they reach for the second. I try and explain again that the smallest butterfly needle usually works....So after many tries, to many to count, they mumble that they have never had this happen before and they just don't understand what could be wrong!
Then they reach for my foot...
....are you kidding me!
I realize that I'm not the easiest candidate for them to draw blood from...but I can't believe that I'm the only one that's so difficult that the last time I ended up with a blown vein that hurt for a month and bruised like never before. ..
Anyway...I am here to say that...I have had enough, no more will I let myself be the lamb on the way to the slaughter house. No more will I be hopeful and grin and bear it. No more will I hope for the best and only get the worst.
I have decided that anytime anyone comes near me with a needle, I am going to first get their complete attention and make them look me in the eyes. I will then ask them what their experience is in drawing blood... that I need someone that has had many years of experience with small, rolling veins!
I will then ask them what size needle they would use for people with small veins. If it's not the smallest butterfly or even better, a needle that they use on small children, then
I'm out of there!
Thank goodness, the lab tech at my internists office is the best so far....So I make a promise to myself, that I am only going to go to their office for blood work and then request that they fax the results to chicago.
That's my promise to me..!