The nurse snapped on the tourniquet and rubbed my inside elbow a few times looking for a likely vein. She then stuck the needle in (I'd turned my head away, I just don't like needles). And I listened to her say "oh, where did that vein go? It's just disappeared! Your blood is just dribbling, hmmmm, I don't think that's enough". I then felt her poking the needle around. "Nope, we'll have to try the other side." So, out comes the needle and the usual bandaid gets stuck on that side, a tourniquet on the other side, a lot of poking, prodding, rubbing and "where are you?" muttering before another prick. She must have found the mother lode, because she managed to almost fill the vial. At this stage, I could feel the blood drain from my face - but I'm sure that I was feeling faint because it was rather warm in the room, as opposed to really cold outside, from where I'd just come (that's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it!).
After bleeding me dry, she then get to inject some crap under my skin, and I have to go back today to see if it's come up in a red lump! Oh, friggin' goody!!!
I have a lovely bruise up my left inside elbow, thanks to her tender ministrations. Thank Christ I hadn't taken Jemima with me!
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A nurse friend of mine has once told an incompetent blood taker-er who was jabbing away with no success, to "Give me the bloody needle and I'll find the vein myself!"
And my friend did. Can't imagine doing that myself, but I'm no nurse!!!
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