Two Mondays ago, I finally got to do a couple of real blood draws on people. I was worried because I knew our normally rigid instructor was going to be watching us throughout the procedure, but it turned out he understood how nerve racking it can be, so he was very easy going and relaxed as we worked. Out of the two blood draws I did that day, I was able to get blood both times which I was pretty proud of.
Getting drawn was another story. At first, no one wanted to draw me because my veins are very small and invisible from the surface. So I thought I'd get away with not being drawn at all. But at the eleventh hour, I was picked for a draw. Tony, the person who drew me, was really nervous but did really well. It always hurts when I go to have blood drawn in real life so I was really nervous going to class that day, but it turned out there was nothing to fear. I honestly couldn't even feel it.
So the next Monday, I was super excited to do more draws. Those went fine, but being drawn didn't. It felt like the first girl who drew me was simply out to hurt people. It hurt so bad! The second girl did better in the pain department but screwed up and I ended up having a needle STICKING OUT OF MY ARM. The instructor had to jump in to remove it. She was really apologetic and I felt bad for her. But holy cow was that freaky.
Yikes!! I've always hated having my blood drawn. It's pretty impossible from my arms anyway. I remember one time I told the lady she needed to butterfly on my hand and she assured me that she could get it out of my arm. 6 pokes later she got the butterfly and went for my hand. LOL
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