Saturday, March 29, 2008

Snow Shmow

I was going to write complaints about the foot of new snow in my front yard, but have decided to instead embrace it and put up my Christmas tree and pretend that it's Christmas break instead of Spring break. Or maybe I'll just stay indoors all day and ignore it.

Or maybe I'll just write about something else altogether. Like the mean lady who took my blood on Thursday when I went in for an appointment with the hematologist. About six weeks ago, my doctor discovered that I was anemic (low iron and red blood count). He sent me to a specialist to make sure everything was okay. Well, after a week of anxiety and 2 1/2 hours in the cancer center, he told me to take more iron and come back in a month for another check. Well, Thursday was my follow up. There is a lab just across the hall from the doctor's office so I went in at 3:15 for the blood work before my 3:30 appointment. The last time I went, the guy who took my blood was super nice. He made small talk about the weather and noticed that I was a little nervous so was especially gentle. (I don't like the whole thing at all--the needle, the blood, the pain.) But Thursday, I knew I was in trouble as soon as the lady called my name. She never made eye contact and seemed a little irritated that it took me 3 seconds to get my 7 1/2 month pregnant body out of the chair and headed in her direction. She led me to her station and said nothing but, "Which arm? Make a fist." She didn't even warn me before she poked the needle into my arm like everyone else always has. And I'm pretty sure that she put the needle in especially far. Then when she told me to release my fist, I apparently didn't release enough because she reached down and flicked my fingers open more. Once she got the two tubes she needed, she said, "Okay. Have a nice day," and walked away leaving me sitting at her station a little stunned and positive that she didn't really want me to have a nice day.

Maybe she was having a bad day. Maybe she missed lunch. Maybe she's just mean and likes to cause pain to really nice, pregnant, kindergarten teachers. Whatever it was, I just hope she has the day off when I go in for my next appointment.


Katrina said...

How in the world could anyone be mean to you? I'm sorry--I hope you were right about her just having a bad day and not being a closet sadist.

Have a good, relaxing Saturday!

kathy said...

Well crap. Now I've got to go and get into it with the blood lady. She's in line right behind the Michael's checkout meanie, and the clueless Kohl's customer "service" woman. I really hope that rat at the pizza place doesn't give us any trouble today.

MarmiteToasty said...

ok, give me a name and address and phone number and I will come over and 'sort er out' lol


Ada said...

just take dad w you next time. Are you kidding, like it wouldn't be bad enough that the lady is coming at you w a needle...she better be nice about it. And it would be another blog too. :)

Jen said...

Katrina, I know! I thought the same thing.

Kathy, I can always count on you to have my back.

Marmie, I'm sure even having blood drawn would be fun with you! As long as you didn't get me thrown out. :)

Ada, Good idea. At least he would get her talking. And chase her down if she was mean again.