I went for the first time by myself three and half years ago. I haven't needed to have blood drawn since then. I needed an physical, so I had to go have blood work a week prior to that appointment. Of course I was dreading it in the days leading up to the lab appointment.
When I arrived, I was terrified, as usual. I checked in and told them what I was there for. I needed to see the physician's assistant for some shoulder pain, so they took me back for that first. I took photos while I waited.
This is me about to throw up.
This is me trying to be optimistic, per my mother's request via text message.
This is me somewhat relieved I had a few more minutes to spend with my blood while getting my shoulder checked.
After my shoulder was checked, they sent me to the lab. I told the lady who was going to work on me that I needed to lie down. She took me to an exam room and I got ready. My left arm is the best one to draw blood and of course the bed was up against the wall with no access to my left arm. I offered to turn around on the bed/table. The lady from the lab agreed that was the only way.
Imagine a thirtysomething year old female on this bed. With her head where your legs go. With her feet stuck up in the air.
It was as ridiculous as you might imagine. The lady and I kept laughing at me, which I think helped take my mind off the blood draw. The procedure was over in about twenty seconds and it didn't hurt. I know it doesn't hurt. It's all psychological.
I flipped around and started the recovery period. It usually takes me about fifteen minutes to fully recover. I was up and walking around in five. That's a record for me!
I took a photo to share with family to show it was over and I was still alive.
I had my visit with the doctor and completely forgot to ask about my lab results. We started talking about something else. I'm sure all was ok, but I'm going back for a follow-up visit in a month and I'll ask about the lab work then.
Yay me! I'm on my way to giving blood. Soon.
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