Part of my instructions for the physical was to fast after midnight the night before. I didn't realize that I could drink water, so I only had a few small sips instead of the 2-3 glasses I drink in the morning--usually before 10:00am. By the end of the appointment, it was nearing 11:00am and when the nurse came to draw my blood, nothing came out. They tried both arms AND my right hand. Nothing. I was sent to sit by the water cooler and consume as much as I could, but still nothing would come. The doctor mused that a combination of dehydration and the cold temperatures may have contributed to my veins not producing any blood. Either that, or I had survived a vampire attack.
Since the latter seemed unlikely, we rescheduled an early morning for me to come in and have blood taken.
Now we're current: this morning I awoke to pouring rain and freezing temperatures. Just the perfect day to traipse across town and be out and about. As I fought my way up the metro escalator, I tried to remind myself why I love living the urban life so much and fantasized about having a driver pick me up and deliver me effortlessly to my appointment. I digress...
I made it to the appointment where the nurse who helped me last time remembered exactly who I was. I was escorted back to a room and the nurse promptly went for the vein in my right hand. Thanks to my extra efforts to hydrate (water before bed and 2 glasses before leaving the house) and the fact that it was only 8:00am as opposed to after 11:00am...my veins were just bursting lovely red blood.
I'm not squeemish around needles. I grew getting weekly allergy shots and I'm the first in line for the flu vaccination each year...but...around the third vile I started to sweat a little. My focus shifted between clay models of the human spine to a fascinating poster of three kitties. I settled on looking at the cats. You can't see it from this poor quality photo (no Nikon in tow today) but the big cat has these rainbow colored whiskers...and I started to count them....
As soon as the nurse capped the last vile, I blurted out, "I feel ill. I need to lie down." I was cold and hot and lightheaded. The trio of kitties looked concerned. The next thing I knew four nurses appeared, someone pulled the table out so I could put my legs up, another nurse ran for water, someone else was mopping my brow with a cool cloth. I just keep apologizing for being so much trouble.
So, Happy Tuesday. Just because it's not Monday doesn't mean it's going to be any less eventful.
After resting for a few minutes, I felt well enough to head back to work. Thankfully, Trader Joe's is downstairs from the doctor's office so I made a pit stop there to get some sustenance.
*I dedicate this story to those in my life who love me through all of my medical maladies.
You know who you are.