Hope I have good cholesterol.
So a couple years ago, no more like three or four, I needed to get my blood drawn. This was during my "I'm going to be a doctor" pre-med phase. Blood and needles never really bothered me before; I mean I liked watching those true ER shows on TV and stuff. So, being the intelligent girl that I am, I told the nurse lady taking my blood that I was into medicine and going to watch. She smiled and we talked a bit about the health care business.
After looking for a vein for what seemed a very long time, she stuck my arm with a needle with my eyes glued on her every move. With no luck, she pulled the needle back out of my arm, saying something about having a hard time finding my deep veins. Lets try again, she says. (At this point I am still feeling fine, just hoping she hits the mark). So, in she goes again with the needle, only this time, she begins DIGGING around in my arm, trying to hit a vein. People, she was digging in my arm!! At that's when I apparently had a mild seizure and passed out. All I remember is waking up to my mom freaked out and asking for the lady to get a doctor.
"Is that why you decide not to become a doctor?" asked the man who was about to take my blood today at work at free health clinic day.
"No I failed physics," I told him.
He laughed and asked if it was because I was doing too much partying.
"No, I just don't care about learning the details of things I can't see, like force and gravity." I replied.
Side track: Who cares WHY my pen drops to the floor when it rolls off my desk. Or how fast it went and what happens if you do the same thing from a higher point. NOT ME. I don't care.
Yeah, I tell my passing out story every time I get my blood drawn. Mainly to let the person who is sticking me know I don't want any funny business.
My palms still get clammy and my heart still races when the rap my arm with the rubber band and start pressing down on my arm, looking for the perfect vein.
Thankfully, this guy was a pro and before you know it I was holding a cotton ball on my little wound for health sake.
Apparently threatening to pass out really works.
After looking for a vein for what seemed a very long time, she stuck my arm with a needle with my eyes glued on her every move. With no luck, she pulled the needle back out of my arm, saying something about having a hard time finding my deep veins. Lets try again, she says. (At this point I am still feeling fine, just hoping she hits the mark). So, in she goes again with the needle, only this time, she begins DIGGING around in my arm, trying to hit a vein. People, she was digging in my arm!! At that's when I apparently had a mild seizure and passed out. All I remember is waking up to my mom freaked out and asking for the lady to get a doctor.
"Is that why you decide not to become a doctor?" asked the man who was about to take my blood today at work at free health clinic day.
"No I failed physics," I told him.
He laughed and asked if it was because I was doing too much partying.
"No, I just don't care about learning the details of things I can't see, like force and gravity." I replied.
Side track: Who cares WHY my pen drops to the floor when it rolls off my desk. Or how fast it went and what happens if you do the same thing from a higher point. NOT ME. I don't care.
Yeah, I tell my passing out story every time I get my blood drawn. Mainly to let the person who is sticking me know I don't want any funny business.
My palms still get clammy and my heart still races when the rap my arm with the rubber band and start pressing down on my arm, looking for the perfect vein.
Thankfully, this guy was a pro and before you know it I was holding a cotton ball on my little wound for health sake.
Apparently threatening to pass out really works.
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