Monday, July 06, 2009

 

Braving the phlebotomist

I can't remember the last time I had blood removed from my body - I think it was in the mid 1970s when I was tested for anæmia - so I was not too happy when my doctor asked me to provide some samples as part of a weight-loss plan.

A different doctor had asked me the same thing a year earlier for an inflamed sub-mandibular lymph node but, as I was convinced the lump would disappear on its own, the paperwork disappeared.

This time, although I was convinced that I didn't really need the tests as they would return healthy results, I decided that it would be a good idea to get into practice. I'm sure I will need to provide more blood samples as I get older so best to tackle the fear now rather than later.

Needle-ss to say, the whole experience at the doctor's was nothing like I expected. I barely detected the skin being broken - I wasn't watching, of course - and after a few minutes I was on my way again.

Will I move on to donating blood? Let's not get carried away here...

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