Climbing the Walls

Another day another draw...only today it was seven vials of blood they took.  Oy!  I don't think there's much about me that they won't know.  The phlebotomist (is that a great word or what?!?!), a larger than life woman with kind eyes and a gentle touch who has poked me many, many times, carefully posed the vials all in a row so I could take a picture of them.  Sweeeeeet!  Have to say, though, that she visibly rolled her eyes when I said I wanted to snap a shot.  Ah, well.  So, seven vials of blood, just how much blood is that anyway?  I wondered if I'd be able to walk without falling when they were done.  I wondered if they'd make me sit in the lobby doing puzzles for 30 minutes.  I wondered if I'd be able to feel my heart working double-time to make up for the loss.  Well...nothing.  I didn't feel a thing.  Then I wondered if something was wrong because I didn't feel a thing.  :-)


Oh, and I'm seriously going to take my friend's advice and close my eyes next time.  Not so I won't see the needle, but so I can pretend it's Eric or Bill.  Sigh....