Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Togo or not Togo?

Today, I had to haul myself out of bed at the ass-crack of dawn to attend the sequel of Friday's festivities: the bloodwork (routine, nothing to worry about, Mom!) to go with previous indignities. It was raining. It was dark. I was not allowed food - not so bad. But I was not allowed coffee. Not allowed coffee! I tell you, the cruelty of it should be covered in the Geneva Convention!

I got to the clinic seconds after they opened, and there were already a half-dozen people in the waiting room. I waited patiently for a half-hour, and I was finally called into the chamber of horrors to be voluntarily exsanguinated by a sadist.

OK, she wasn't that bad - she was even pretty OK, compared to some. But she just couldn't find a vein that was willing to give her what she wanted, and there was some rather uncomfortable poking and prodding and unusual angles attempted. Not that I blame the veins - it's not like they'd had coffee or anything! To add injury to insult, this was the result:

In homage to Rabbitch (feel better!) I asked Mr. "Geography-Head" Q if it looked like a country. He swears it looks like Togo. I think it kind of looks like a cave painting of an ant-eater. Or an aardvark! What do you think?

(P.S. - "ass-crack" of dawn isn't my line. I wish it were. I think it's brilliant! I don't remember who I got it from. Thanks, though. Also, I'm hoping that it will help my blog rating. It was "PG" last time I checked. Gotta do something about that!)


Patience said...

Last time I had a fasting, it took her 4 tries to get the draw. The A1c then turns out to be a non-diabetic result, completely incompatible with what my glucose sensor has been recording over the last twelve weeks. The A1c drawn 5 days later (much better done) matches perfectly, and the lab has no explanation for the first result.

At least they aren't making me redo all the other tests done on the first draw until next quarter.

May the FSM save us from hamfisted phlebotomists!

Ari said...

I see an aardvark or a primitive car. I know the feeling about having blood taken - they have to physically restrain me - *shutters* I hate it so much.

Rabbitch said...

I'm a blood donor so I know which vein works and which doesn't. They've tried to argue with me a few times but I always tell 'em that they use my right arm or I leave. This ~is~ a voluntary procedure after all.

And I like it. Togo, indeed.

Sarah from the Kootenays said...

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