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."
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."



He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
but yes, I still would recommend complaining.
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