Since receiving a referral to the fertility specialists, my husband and I (mostly I) have been undergoing numerous lab work. If you know me, you’d know that blood and yours truly don’t mix. That’s quite ironic because my mom is a physician and I’m married to one -karma maybe? Hehe.
Anyway, so aside from my immense fear of blood and needles, my veins are very hard to palpate. My initial blood work required 13 – THIRTEEN!!! – test tubes worth of blood. The lab lady, bless her heart – tried three times to get a vein on my left arm to no avail. I looked like an embroidery project. She then shifted to my right arm and went in again – FAIL! She explained that she needed to pass me on to her colleague, and fearing that my right arm might look like my left, I said please.
The new lab person did a double torniquet just to make a vein pop out. When he finally found one (a tiny one on the outer side), I asked, would you be able to get enough sample? He said, ‘we’ll try’. Oh boy.
So there I was, close to fainting, also praying that my vein would not collapse and give 13 test tubes worth of blood sample. On the 9th or 10th tube (I lost count, I was pinching myself to keep awake), the blood flow started to slow down. Teasing teasing slooooow. 11, 12, 13!!! My vein made it! We did it! Even the lab guy looked relieved. Whew!
Waiting game begins…again.