Sitting in the waiting room dreading the call of my name, I looked around at everyone else doing the same, I have never been a fan of needles even though I get myself poked about five times a day, you would think I would be used to it by now, thirty five years of insulin shots and blood draws on a regular basis has not made me immune to the fear of needles as of yet.
Yesterday was time for me to have my blood drawn for the Doctor to get the numbers required to fill in all the blanks on the forms he is required to fill out in my chart, I am sure these numbers will someday save the world once they are plugged into the master computer which will tell Diabetics all over that I shouldn’t have eaten that huge chunk of carrot cake, and this just may be one of the reasons my A1c will not be a good number for the charts this time around.
Now this may be too much information, but I am just stalling even talking about the blood draw, the nurse steps out and yells “Jimmy you are next” so I reluctantly grab my cane and hurry as fast as I can toward the door, Cindy makes a break for the door and blocks it, she turns me into the direction of the slaughter and I feel myself getting weak as they drag me through the proper door, Now with those thoughts popping out of my head I rise from my seat and follow the phlebotomist to the lab.
Inside the lab they have three draw stations, I was assigned to chair number two, and began answering all the questions that verify I am the person they are supposed to be poking, just about the time she began jabbing the needle into my arm I hear a voice asking, How are you doing? I replied to the lady who was being sat into chair number three right next to me, I’m doing good, I was trying my best to not look at the needle in my arm as the phlebotomist switched to a new tube for the next fill.
Look they only took one tube from me and they are getting another from you, I heard from seat number three, I tried to laugh as they changed my tube once again, How are you doing she asked again, I said again that I was OK and she stood to put her jacket on, walking right in front of my chair she says, Looks like you are finished Babe, you still OK? Her phlebotomist giggled and said you act like you know him.
Cindy smiled and said yes I do, he is my husband, they laughed and she said that she was watching us look and react to one another, she figured either we knew each other or there was a lot of flirting going on, I say why can’t I have both.