Thursday, June 4, 2009

NEWS OF A VERY GOOD NATURE

I had my blood drawn today (routine, Ma, don't worry) and, for the first time ever, I didn't cry. Didn't even tear up. Was scared to be sure, but didn't find myself with a quivering lip.

Let's chalk one up for the good guys (whoever they may be).

A word of advice: Always tell the phlebotomist (I love that word) that you're skittish about needles; do that and you'll always get the butterfly needle. Unless the vampire is masochistic, but my experiences have indicated that generally they're quite empathetic, seeing as if you freak out their job gets more difficult. Butterfly: a good situation for all.

5 comments:

Alicia said...

Hmmm, never heard of the butterfly needle! I'll have to tell DH about it... he's the skittish one. (let's get real, "skittish" is an understatement.)

ash said...

Darn it! a flicker of hope shot down. I'll admit i was hoping that you'd say the blood drawn would have something to do with pregnancy. i know, i know, far fetched.

meg said...

Ash I had more faith in you than that! C'mon!

Longhorn Fan said...

After countless episodes of experiencing collapsing veins, multiple needle sticks and horrid bruising from blood draws b/c I have difficult to find veins, one phlebotomist finally told me to always ask for the butterfly needle from the get-go. The person drawing blood still has to know what they are doing, but works like a charm otherwise.

meg said...

Longhorn, I've never had the horrid experience of collapsing veins or had to have someone stick me more than once. Even so, when I sat in the chair yesterday and saw a certificate proclaiming that my phlebotomist had 48 years of experience I felt that I was in very good hands, vein problems or no.