Week 11– Mood: Proud
I’m just gonna say it. I am such a good little patient.
“Yes, I need to come in for some standard first trimester pregnancy bloodwork. How long does that take?”
“I don’t know.” Monotone
“Do you have anyone waiting right now?”
“Ok, where are you located?”
“ ~gives physical address in a tone that says I don’t want to help you~ “
“Mmm.” Thinking, ‘Really, you couldn’t give me a cross street or anything?’
“Ok well I’m going to come on over.”
I get there and decide that monotone one-line answer lady is not going to get me down. We are going to be friends. I gave her my insurance card and ID with a big smile on my face. She told me to go to the bathroom and give a urine sample. Dangit! I just went before I left home… Not to fear!! You need urine, I’ve got urine grumpy lady!
When she came into the little room where I was waiting with her grumpy face, I looked at her with a, you’re-going-to-like-me-smile and said,
“I have great veins!”
“I’m so glad to hear that! “ she said with a look on her face that was on it’s way to friendly.
We were pretty much bffs after I showed her my arm and then told her that in addition to my great veins, I’m also not afraid of needles. I’m not sure but I think she wanted to invite me to her barbeque this weekend. I’m just sayin’.
She proceeded to tell me about how many people she gets that are absolutely terrified of needles and actually want to lay on the hard (dirty!!!) floor instead of sitting in the little chair. She told me she was going to take four tubes and waited for me to freak out.
“Oh, I thought it might be five, “ I said nonchalantly. That really sealed the deal. She full on smiled after that. We were friends. Mission accomplished.