So I go for a blood test today, not too worried—figure it’ll be over quickly at least… I have big veins! But by the time they even call me in I’ve already guessed what everyone in the room is having blood tests for.
The nurse seems pleasant enough.
“Does it hurt?” she asks, needle already embedded into my flesh.
Somehow she’s managed to miss my HUGE VEINS.
“It’s fine,” I lie.
I forgo complaints as there's still a needle in my arm - and no blood in the tube. I don't want another needle I just want to be out of here. I think I'm going pale. She loosens the tourniquet and somehow manages to get blood without it - I told you I had big veins - but it still takes her forever .
I make the mistake of watching. I wish she didn't know I was a doctor - I'm sure it psyched her out.
Why is this taking so long? The needle is STILL in my arm.
“Really it doesn’t hurt,” I keep telling her, only by now it hurts to say it.
"Oh no, It's wonderful, really, I like it lots"
And I'm right back where I started.