Bloodwork
Never in my life have I had so much trouble getting a blood sample taken. I felt bad enough that my father took me to this doctor’s appointment because today was his birthday. It was the only appointment that I could get, though. I had already rescheduled once. I took him to lunch afterwards.
So, when it looked like things were winding down, I called up my father so that he could pick me up. All that was left was to draw blood for tests. Fifteen, twenty minutes tops.
Tell me why I was there for almost another hour! Three different people tried to take blood. I have 2-3 holes in each arm and one in my hand. The lab tech, after telling me how nice my nails looked, drew blood through my hand and then said that the one on my hand will likely bruise. That will be a complement to my nails. And, in the end, they still were not sure if they had enough blood!
I really hope they have enough blood and nothing is too far out of whack (I did not fast because it was too late in the day). I am not trying to go back there and go through that again.
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