I have a huge fear of getting my blood taken. When I go to get blood drawn, I get shakey, teary and VERY anxious. No, I'm not squeemish about blood. I've had my blood drawn 3 times that I can remember and each time it was an extremely unpleasant experiance.
The first time, the nurse who took my blood was a brittle old woman who I estimated was around 78 years old. I have no problem with shots, so I was not nervous in the least. I thought it would be a slight pinch, then nothing, then a funny feeling as the needle slipped out again, then nothing again. Not so!
First, the old woman set up all the stuff, tied the torniquett around my arm, TOOK OUT HER BIFOCALS, then put on gloves and poised the needle above my veins. O.O I got a bit nervous. She told me not to worry, then stuck the needle in a vein. The blood flowed, then stopped suddenly.
Lady: Hmmm... Well that's strange. Maybe I missed it.
Oh lovely! The old biddy whio I thought couldn't see straight really can't see straight. Whatever confidence I had in you is long gone now.
She pulls the needle out, ready to have another go, when blood starts gushing out of my arm!!!!!
Lady: OOPS! Hee hee! I guess I accidentally poked through it!!
She sticks the needle back in and giggles more.
Well I'm glad you're having fun. I'm in hell watching blood ooze from my arm while an old lady skewers my veins but if you're having fun, I'm ok with it.... -_-
I wound up with a HUGE nasty bruise on my arm. I couldn't fully bend my arm for a week.....
The second time, The nurse kept stabbing my arm in the same general area over and over and kept yelling at me because, "Your veins are too thin!". Sorry for having thin veins? Funny how the old lady could find my veins and commented on how good they were, while you can't find them.I looked like a heroin junkie for a few days. NOT FUN!
The third time, I was understandable tramatised from the last 2 times and was very scared. I told the nurse this, Her response?
Nurse: Oh stop it! It's not that bad!
I wasn't looking for pity. I wasn't looking to be coddled. I wanted her to know I was scared, so she would take things at an appropriate pace. She wiped my arm and, before she could come close with the needle, my hand coved the spot she cleaned. I didn't mean to. It just happened. She got pissed, slammed the needle down and rolled her eyes.
Nurse: Now I have to start ALLLL OVER!!
I apologised and reminded her how scared I was. It had no effect. She poked the needle in my arm and I broke down and cried. I was shaking and anxious and I wanted it to be over.
Nurse: You're getting worked up over nothing! It's a teeny poke! Are you crying?!! For christs sake! *huffs*
When it was over, I was still stressed, but I was starting to calm down.
Nurse: I'd hate to see how you handle child birth.
First of all, I was not tramatised by child birth. This has nothing to do with my pain tolerance. If you gave a damn enought to listen, you would know that I'm scared of having my blood drawn.
When I got out to the waiting room, I broke down again because of how rude she was to me. I told the receptionist the jist of what happend and she was a lot nicer.
Nice Lady: Don't worry hun. I don't like her either. Everyone is scared of something.
She gave me a sucker which helped because:
A) I'm legally an adult and it's funny having someone give me a sucker to calm me down
B) I like sweets when I'm upset (who doesn't!)
And that's why I'm afraind of having blood taken...
The first time, the nurse who took my blood was a brittle old woman who I estimated was around 78 years old. I have no problem with shots, so I was not nervous in the least. I thought it would be a slight pinch, then nothing, then a funny feeling as the needle slipped out again, then nothing again. Not so!
First, the old woman set up all the stuff, tied the torniquett around my arm, TOOK OUT HER BIFOCALS, then put on gloves and poised the needle above my veins. O.O I got a bit nervous. She told me not to worry, then stuck the needle in a vein. The blood flowed, then stopped suddenly.
Lady: Hmmm... Well that's strange. Maybe I missed it.
Oh lovely! The old biddy whio I thought couldn't see straight really can't see straight. Whatever confidence I had in you is long gone now.
She pulls the needle out, ready to have another go, when blood starts gushing out of my arm!!!!!

Lady: OOPS! Hee hee! I guess I accidentally poked through it!!

She sticks the needle back in and giggles more.
Well I'm glad you're having fun. I'm in hell watching blood ooze from my arm while an old lady skewers my veins but if you're having fun, I'm ok with it.... -_-
I wound up with a HUGE nasty bruise on my arm. I couldn't fully bend my arm for a week.....
The second time, The nurse kept stabbing my arm in the same general area over and over and kept yelling at me because, "Your veins are too thin!". Sorry for having thin veins? Funny how the old lady could find my veins and commented on how good they were, while you can't find them.I looked like a heroin junkie for a few days. NOT FUN!
The third time, I was understandable tramatised from the last 2 times and was very scared. I told the nurse this, Her response?
Nurse: Oh stop it! It's not that bad!
I wasn't looking for pity. I wasn't looking to be coddled. I wanted her to know I was scared, so she would take things at an appropriate pace. She wiped my arm and, before she could come close with the needle, my hand coved the spot she cleaned. I didn't mean to. It just happened. She got pissed, slammed the needle down and rolled her eyes.
Nurse: Now I have to start ALLLL OVER!!
I apologised and reminded her how scared I was. It had no effect. She poked the needle in my arm and I broke down and cried. I was shaking and anxious and I wanted it to be over.
Nurse: You're getting worked up over nothing! It's a teeny poke! Are you crying?!! For christs sake! *huffs*
When it was over, I was still stressed, but I was starting to calm down.
Nurse: I'd hate to see how you handle child birth.
First of all, I was not tramatised by child birth. This has nothing to do with my pain tolerance. If you gave a damn enought to listen, you would know that I'm scared of having my blood drawn.
When I got out to the waiting room, I broke down again because of how rude she was to me. I told the receptionist the jist of what happend and she was a lot nicer.
Nice Lady: Don't worry hun. I don't like her either. Everyone is scared of something.
She gave me a sucker which helped because:
A) I'm legally an adult and it's funny having someone give me a sucker to calm me down
B) I like sweets when I'm upset (who doesn't!)

And that's why I'm afraind of having blood taken...



) they're going to tell me to take my shoes off and try a foot.


and
It took three people, two arms and multiple sticks to finally draw blood. I kept being told I had deep veins that were hard to find. The last needle was in my arm a good 5-10 minutes. They called in another nurse and slowly, slooooowwwwwllly pushed a little more....a little more....until a gush of blood filled the tube.
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