Blood…. Or, how I want to suck your blood, cried the needle…

I had to go in and get my blood drawn for lab work for my first doctor checkup in many years, which is coincidently, on my birthday next week.

So we get to the clinic this morning at 7:30am and wait to be called. We are the only ones there. My name gets called, we go back to the vampire room and get ready to get poked. I realized when the needle went in that I don’t have a psychological issue with drawing blood. That part didn’t bother me. The first vial was fine. It was when she moved the second one into place that I started to feel faint.

My face turned ghostly and my temp rose. I started sweating and I felt that if I were to stand up after she was done, I would probably fall over.

It was so bad that the nurse called for help and brought me a wheelchair, wheeled me into an exam room and had me lay down with pillows under my legs.

It is exactly the same thing that happened the last time I had my blood drawn. But hopefully this won’t happen again for a long time…