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He looked chagrined when I told him he wasn't being helpful, and that panic disorders are uncontrollable. Supposedly my Angry Mommy Face is terrifying. I think that's punishment enough. -
What a dick; I think his sister works at the red cross when I donated blood! Rolled her eyes and everything when I said I was afraid of needles. Hope all the tests came out ok for you.Leave a comment:
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Phlebotomy tech makes me stabby
I had a bunch of metabolic and lipid baselines ordered by my doc. To save time, I went to the lab today, just after the pulmonary function test (asthma, yay!).
The tech was an ass. I have a clearly noted panic disorder, with a specific needle phobia and a documented history of hyperventilating until I lose consciousness. I tell the tech, and his response is to make light of it. "Oh, you'll be fine. It'll be over in no time. There's nothing to worry about. It's all in your head!"
"Perhaps, but I have a long history with this. I was one of those kids who held her breath around needles - to the point of turning blue."
"But you're not a kid now, are you." (I cannot convey just how condescending his tone was. It was horrid.)
"... no." (said with a glare)
I hyperventilated. Luckily he finished quickly, so I didn't have to listen to his simpering commentary. "...there we go, almost done, just a little more..."
And when it was all over, he decided to throw one more comment my way: "See, that wasn't so bad, was it? These things are all in your head"
"NOT helpful. Panic disorder. I have no control over it. Do you need anything else? No? Have a good day."
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