An Evil Nurse…
Published January 4th, 2006 in Misc StuffOK, so I went to the bloodbank this afternoon. (B+ is my type if you’re interested.)
As I was waiting for them to stick the needle in, the nurse says to me, “There’s three veins we can stick this in. The middle one is the one that hurts the least, and the outside two tend to sting quite a bit.”
She then proceeds to jab me in one of the outside veins.
“Why did you do that?” I asked through gritted teeth.
“Because you’re a man.” She replied.
Fine.
So I lie on the couch for the next 15 minutes of so as my blood drains out.
For some reason, God put more hair on my arms than on my head, so when the blood had finished draining, the nurse comes back and says, “Thanks for donating today. The wax is free…”
And with that, she rips the sticky stuff of my arms in one swift move.
This hurt more than the needle.
And so now I sit here, with half a litre less blood and a bald patch on my arm as well as my head.
The things I do to serve my community…
B+? hey, me too!
my bad blood test experience was when I was getting the pretest before my surgury. The doctor messed up somehow, and I was woken in the night by a nice doctor and nurse (very apologetic) who had to try and find a vein- grr. I don’t like blood tests.
Actually I don’t think I can give blood- they don’t like it if you’ve lived in South America.
In Bolivia, they get someone to give blood who is in the family or a friend. Then the family members walk it to the patient to make sure it gets there (!) a bit different…
Good on ya for giving blood.
I work for a pharmaceutical company. They want blood to do tests on, and I volunteer mine every six months.
And they don’t mess about letting GRAVITY do the work. Oh no, they suck the blood out using syringes.