I hadn't eaten for 12 hours and calmly waited my turn to be called.
Then I thought of playing a game, I dared myself to get blood taken, look at the entire process and don't move any muscles out of pain/fear/apprehension, whatever.
Then I went in there.
The nurse did her pre-procedures, and came with the needle. I looked straight at it.
Poke. It was in. Yeah, I did it!
...
But, heck, where was the blood? The nurse shrugged, and changed the vial. Nothing.
Then she pushed the needle further in. I was surprised at it, but remained focused. But no blood came.
The nurse puled it out, and told me she'd have to pierce me again. Oookay, then.
Poke. In again. Where's the friggin blood? She changes the vial 3 times before giving up that spot.
The nurse looks at me frowning, and pierces yet another spot of flesh. That hurt.
Poke. But no blood flow.
I ask her if she hadn't missed the spot (I hear that's somewhat common), and she says
"Oh, no, I'm sure I'm in the right place, look:" And pushes the whole bloody needle in my arm.
I have no idea how sticking the whole needle would make me understand that she got the spot right. But that really really hurt.
After some vials wasted, she says I'm nervous and because of that I had vasoconstriction.
Ok then. She tells me to calm down that this doesn't hurt that much. Yeah right.
3 more pokes with the needle, she gives up on that arm. I give up on not showing any signs of pain, and hold my holed arm as hard as I can to help with the coagulation.
The nurse gets the equipment and walks around me. Now somewhat apprehensive, I offer my other arm. The nurse carelessly sticks the needle in a very visible vein, and there it is.
Crimson, majestic, liquid. It flows into the vial filling it up in no time. The nurse takes needle off my arm, looks at the vial, and says:
"This blood is too thin, I have to get more..."
I look at her
She looks at me
I look at her
Poke. She fills one more vial. By then, I'm white as Lucy's fur, and the nurse's voice starts fading away. hypotension, I have.
I feel my grip on consciousness slipping away and let go of any effort. My vision is completely burred and I can only see white dots in a black background. I don't pass out, but every strength I have goes to my breathing.
I hear the nurse blabber a lot of things, and catch some things like: "Don't worry" "It's normal" "It'll pass".
I lay there, wasted, waiting for it to pass.
Slowly, I feel the heat coming back to my extremities, but wait for more 5 minutes. When I feel I can, I sit up. The nurse says that I was very nervous and that my low blood pressure got the best of me.
In a nutshell, she called me weak.
Oh well, if she says so.
With my arms hurting like hell, I go out, eat something, and stop in front of my car.
Damn. I have to drive it.
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Not a fanfic, LOL.
Happened to me today.
I thought it was fun enough to share with you people =D
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