I had to go to the doc twice today. The second time was to redo some blood work they took on Friday. Apparently it wasn’t supposed to have light touch it, so they goofed. On Friday they stabbed me twice, and finally got blood on the 3rd jab, but not before they blew a vein in my right arm. Today, I should have been so lucky. They tried once to get blood from my right arm, then that girl gave up, the next dude taps the veins on my right arm and I jump. He asks if it hurts, and I explain that yes, it’s still bruised, and it’s not the Lord. He jabs the left arm once without success, and then goes and grabs some other higher-up. The usual lady who can get blood out of me is on vacation, so we haven’t got that to fall back on… This new lady tries another jab to my left arm, with no luck, and then I tell them to go for the hands. She asks if I’m sure, since it’s up to me whether or not we keep going after 3 jabs. I told them to keep going, cuz I’m not going to want to come back any other day. I have very tricky veins kids. They appear to be fat and easy, and then the tech jabs, and can’t find the damn things. So this high-up chica jabbed my hand and managed to find a vein, got her blood, and let me out of there. I walked out, using my cane, with those bright wraps on my right and left arms, and a band aid on my right hand, and told some dude in the waiting room who was looking at me “stay away from the lab…”
The reasoning behind my first appointment was even less pleasant: It’s something I (rather stupidly) have been avoiding. I knew I should get it checked, but GodDamnIt, I was scared. I had to get a breast exam because I had a lump. The doc is now sending me to get a mammogram. Not something any female wants to do. Especially since my aunt had breast cancer. It might be nothing, it might be something, I guess this is just a lot of shit to deal with all at once.
So in other news, I got my furniture on Friday, so now my place is shagadelic. That’s right, Austin “Danger” Powers gave it his stamp of approval.
MarkyMark will be coming for a visit soon. I can’t wait. I miss Mark.
InnerVoices, that's a big fat shaft. Sorry bro.
Holly, I'm down. I am totally down. And if you ever want a break, you can crash at my place as long as you need.
Much love kids, night.
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I hate having blood drawn. They can never find my veins either and I always come out looking like a pin cushion. Bastards.
Alright, so we have a back-up plan now. We'll just live together and be happy, right?
Much love!
Holland
I LOVE NEEDLES! they dont bother much, its the idiot either giving the shot or pulling the blood i hate. i'm a real prick when i have to go the hospital.
"did you get all the air out of that before you stick it in me, i dont want a fucking heart attack or something."
"did you goto school to suck this bad? my fucking viens are huge, i could get a galanized pipe in there."
"can i do it? i dont want to look like i use drugs?"
"the last time i got shots i made them real nervous.... youre not gonna fuck this up like they did are you?"
every time i leave the country it seems like they wanna give me more shots, i had to get the hep shots for work, (sometimes we are exposed to poop.. heh heh.)
anyway, i know what you mean. big veins have thick walls and the average needle sticker cant seem to do it right the first time. usually the have to tape mine down to keep them from moving all over the place! i hope you get better soon!
Geez...I hope you're up and running soon! I'll keep you in my thoughts!
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