Thursday, October 1, 2009

They Blew Out My Vein

I had a doctor's appointment on Tuesday. After the War on Sobriety, I decided that I should get myself checked out just to make sure I hadn't done any permanent damage to myself. You never know when Sobriety will try to secretly kick up your liver enzymes in a last ditch attempt to win the war. So, I got a complete blood workup done.

The last time I had blood drawn, the nurse was practically wetting herself over my veins, calling them beautiful and easy to plump up. Yeah, yeah, I get it. All the nurses love my sexy veins.

On Tuesday, the nurse took two vials of blood. It didn't hurt, and I watched her do it. She was moving the needle around a good bit and it was stretching the skin, but I thought little of it. Yesterday, my arm started hurting, so I rolled up my sleeve to rip off the band aid. The entire inside of my arm was bulging out around the needle site and there was a huge bruise around the needle site! I called the doctor's office and the nurse told me to elevate it and put ice on it. I couldn't find any ice, so I sat on the couch with a bag of frozen peas rubber-banded to my arm, with my arm in the air.

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