I got blood drawn yesterday morning - SEVEN TUBES thank you very much - and I did not feel one iota of wooziness.
Granted, I didn't watch, but it's not as if I didn't feel every bit of it. I wasn't coasting through by being blissfully unaware. I think I'm finally cured of my phlebotomy squeamishness!
(I blame my diabetic cat and a year of Saturdays working at a vet clinic. And the B12 self-injections, I guess.)
Granted, I didn't watch, but it's not as if I didn't feel every bit of it. I wasn't coasting through by being blissfully unaware. I think I'm finally cured of my phlebotomy squeamishness!
(I blame my diabetic cat and a year of Saturdays working at a vet clinic. And the B12 self-injections, I guess.)
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Now how are you on surgeries?
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(You're OK now, yes? It was one of the recoverable forms?)
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*remembering your shape and size*
Um... that's like 12% of your entire body mass isn't it?
*hugs*
Glad it went well. =)
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Yay for being cured of squeamishness.
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As a result, I have lost track of just what my total maximum vial count is per sitting. It is higher than seven.
Don't go where I did. Don't make it a goal. I ended up with one scarred section of my vein that to this day they can't get blood from, and have had to had needles inserted using ultrasound.
Wooziness? Never got that. Except when I donated plasma in college.
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