Best beware of the fumbling phlebotomist.
MSers tend to be experts at enduring needle sticks. Hey,
plenty of us do our own shots at least a few times a week, if not daily. And we
can pretty much count on our multiple sclerosis specialists to order up blood
draws during neurological check-ins.
You know – vitamin D measurements and all.
We’ve all heard horror stories of doctors poking around for
veins. Most of them don’t draw blood as often as the phlebotomists in the
clinic and hospital labs.
On the other hand (or forearm, as the case may be) most of us have come to accept lab visits, usually
feeling grateful that these expert needlers can get the job done fairly
painlessly.
That’s usually the case.
But it sure wasn’t my experience this time.
One might think a major university medical center would
employ the most experienced and skilled phlebotomists around. Most often, they
probably do.
But everyone has to have a first day on the job, right?
I'm not even sure it was her first day of the job. She looked rather (shall we say) seasoned. Just trying to give her the benefit of the doubt.
This fumbling phlebotomist shoved my sleeve up, snapped the
rubber strap onto my arm, and started stabbing.
“Just a little poke,” she said.
It stung. It burned. And it seemed to go on forever.
The next day, I noticed a half-dollar-sized dark purple welt
on my forearm.
What was she, a jabber, a jouster, or The Jabberwocky?
Image/s:
Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky
by John Tenniel
1871
Vintage / public domain artwork
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