I survived my once-every-twenty years physical today. I only had one mild anxiety attack as the nurse went to draw my blood. I patiently explained to her that all medical professionals have had a hard time accessing my veins. They are small, deep and roly-poly, I’ve been told. I said I would try to be as relaxed as possible, but I couldn’t promise I wouldn’t faint if she found herself having to dig around in my arm. I’ve had seasoned phelbotomists flat give up and draw from my hand.
vampire nurse, though, listened to me, took her time, got me relaxed with a funny story and got in pretty quickly. Just as I was telling her the world was closing in on me, as I got all hot and knew I was down for the count, she said, “Got it!” and I was back.
Don’t mind shots, but go for a vein and I wig out.