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Today Matthew I shall be... a skewered pig!
Yep, it’s blood test time & visions of Tony Hancock invade my thoughts..
Happily trundle up to the GP surgery and a very pleasant lady begins the process of trying to get blood from a stone!
Helpfully there’s a note advising that my veins are a bit tricky & the best bet is to use a fine needle in the back of my right hand. Simple!
Nope. Nothing coming outta there ... we try twice.. nil, zip, nada.
So we try the left hand ... just as stubborn - not happening!
Next it’s the right arm ... maybe it will be fourth time lucky?
Nu-uh.
Left arm - continues in the same vein (pun intended ‘)... so nothing doing there either. Let’s just try the back of the right hand again .... still not giving anything up.
Reinforcements are called... and another equally lovely lady confidently tries the right wrist...no prizes for guessing ...
Finally... we go for one last punt in the right arm and.... 👎 I’m dispatched to attend the nearest hospital and let them have a try.
Just been there... told her about the 8, yes 8, unsuccessful attempts...
She leant into me and whispered conspiratorially “ next time come straight here”... immediately located a willing little bleeder, in goes needle number 9 and out flows some deep dark red blood! Huzzah!!
I will admit I was a wuss for attempts 4 to 8 & blubbed ... chalk it up to the menopause... at least , once the test results are back we can ! 🤞🏻🤞🏻
Now I need to pacify outraged employers who agreed to me “nipping our for a blood test “ but some 2 hours later are awaiting my return!
Happy Monday!!