12 hour fast - 9:00 in the morning - and uncooperative veins.
She plunged her over-sized needle into my left arm.
Not too bad, I thought: I got this!
After watching her push hard into my arm, and then pull the needle slightly out, and then shove it back in - I began to question just how well this was actually going.
About a minute of that passed, my arm was getting sore . . . annoyingly sore.
Without further ado, she removed the needle out of my arm.
What's with that???
Not only was my arm hurting, but now we had to start over.
I was about ready to cry.
It wasn't because I was in excruciating pain. Although it hurt, I had just sucked up all my manliness... and she completely defused it.
Mind you, I didn't cry. I quickly took a few breaths before she plunged a new needle into my left arm.
In . . . sorta out . . . back in . . . sorta out.
There we go, she had struck gold!
Thankfully, her needle began filling the eight vials.
My nurse was finally finished, and so was my patience.
I am thankful it is over.
Three months without those puppies.
What's with that???
Not only was my arm hurting, but now we had to start over.
I was about ready to cry.
It wasn't because I was in excruciating pain. Although it hurt, I had just sucked up all my manliness... and she completely defused it.
Mind you, I didn't cry. I quickly took a few breaths before she plunged a new needle into my left arm.
In . . . sorta out . . . back in . . . sorta out.
There we go, she had struck gold!
Thankfully, her needle began filling the eight vials.
My nurse was finally finished, and so was my patience.
I am thankful it is over.
Three months without those puppies.
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