Why does it seem like everyone who handles IVs can either get the fucker in on the first try with minimal effort, or they're morons who stab you like a voodoo doll trying to find a vein?
Because of a retarded doctor, I was told I had lupus as a teenager (and before House aired) and had to get blood drawn on three separate occasions. First time, the nurse/tech/whatever she was got it on the first try and I didn't even flinch. Second time, I was stabbed about nine or ten times with the same needle because the idiot taking the blood that time could not find a vein.
That left me very very cranky and when I had to go back a third time, I contacted the blood lab and specifically asked that the lady who took my blood the first time do it again. And this lady was so awesome - her and the other techs caught me when I blacked out and fell forward out of the chair; this is why I do not donate blood. I faint after about 1/8 of a pint comes out. And she loaded me to my eyeballs with juice and cookies, she let my boyfriend at the time come into the test area and see me when I woke up and she gave him junk food too.
My most recent wonderful experience was at the dentist. I went in terrified because I was getting two cavities filled and I have such a low pain tolerance. The dentist was so awesome. I told him I was afraid of pain, so he numbed my mouth, told me to close my eyes and shot me full of novocaine. He even let me listen to some music I had with me. Honestly, getting my teeth cleaned hurt worse that these two fillings.
One of my dear friends had quite a medical nightmare as a teen and he wound up needing to be on an IV for something. He said the nurse would stab him with the needle and then wiggle it around in his arm. And then he had to be held down because he was trying to strangle the nurse as she jiggled the needle in yet again. Then again, this is a friend who woke up from a two-month-long coma following a stroke and the loss of his lung. I'd be cranky even before anyone started slinging sharp stabby things at me.
Good times.
Because of a retarded doctor, I was told I had lupus as a teenager (and before House aired) and had to get blood drawn on three separate occasions. First time, the nurse/tech/whatever she was got it on the first try and I didn't even flinch. Second time, I was stabbed about nine or ten times with the same needle because the idiot taking the blood that time could not find a vein.
That left me very very cranky and when I had to go back a third time, I contacted the blood lab and specifically asked that the lady who took my blood the first time do it again. And this lady was so awesome - her and the other techs caught me when I blacked out and fell forward out of the chair; this is why I do not donate blood. I faint after about 1/8 of a pint comes out. And she loaded me to my eyeballs with juice and cookies, she let my boyfriend at the time come into the test area and see me when I woke up and she gave him junk food too.
My most recent wonderful experience was at the dentist. I went in terrified because I was getting two cavities filled and I have such a low pain tolerance. The dentist was so awesome. I told him I was afraid of pain, so he numbed my mouth, told me to close my eyes and shot me full of novocaine. He even let me listen to some music I had with me. Honestly, getting my teeth cleaned hurt worse that these two fillings.
One of my dear friends had quite a medical nightmare as a teen and he wound up needing to be on an IV for something. He said the nurse would stab him with the needle and then wiggle it around in his arm. And then he had to be held down because he was trying to strangle the nurse as she jiggled the needle in yet again. Then again, this is a friend who woke up from a two-month-long coma following a stroke and the loss of his lung. I'd be cranky even before anyone started slinging sharp stabby things at me.
Good times.
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