Drawing Blood

I have the most unusual encounters having blood drawn. I have tiny veins that are deep and hard to stick. It took 4 tries to get an IV in me once, and I have had folks call for the doctor after their attempts to hit a vein to draw blood have failed. That doctor got it, from my wrist and then almost killed me when the needle slipped. You’d think this whole thing would traumatize me, but tbh, it’s all good.

This morning I went in for just routine lab work. Was at the office at 7:35, when the Phlebotomist was just getting ready for her day. She looked at my arms. We chatted about how impossible I am to stick, but that it’s ok because I don’t cry and it doesn’t really hurt. She had not had a good day the day before and wasn’t ready emotionally for my deep little blood carrying tubes. I know this because she told me. I reassured her, and offered a hug. She said sweetly, “Let me draw the blood first.” She got it on the first try in the bend of my arm. I am not joking when I say that as she was filling the vials, she was crying. She was so happy. She needed a small blessing and I got to be her early morning angel.

She hugged me and told me she loved me before I left. My day was blessed because of her too.


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