Damn, these Red Cross bitches were inept. I had an appointment for 1:15; didn't leave until 3:30. Feel like I've been chewed upon by fisher cats. I have "small veins" and every one of them was nervous about sticking me. Finally the new girl (I learned later) went for it. Arg! She kept moving the needle around...I am going to have bruise from HELL. I already have a bruise, in fact.
Ah well, good deed done! No real regrets.
Ah well, good deed done! No real regrets.
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Date: 2007-10-03 02:23 am (UTC)I learned the lesson the hard way that it is a bad idea to distract one's phlebotomist with talk of zombies while they're poking at your arm... Also, that when they say, "Ha ha, your veins keep moving!" you are in for deep shit bruises. )-:
Good for you, though.
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Date: 2007-10-03 11:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-03 06:20 pm (UTC)Today I have a tiny bruise, not what I expected at all! So I am happy. And a little embarrassed at how whiny I was. My coworkers told me that there was only one experienced person at this particular drive; everyone else was either very new, or new THAT DAY. So I guess I was the guinea pig.
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Date: 2007-10-03 10:52 pm (UTC)yeah, I used to have healthy veins but somehow they got much thinner once I moved to LA (don't ask me why, because I have no clue, but I have a feeling that it's because I quit drinking). Yeah... it sucks to do blood test these days