15-2; At the Doctor

[mytfarms]

During his yearly physical, a man told his doctor that he was considering having a vasectomy. "Well," said Doc, "That's an awfully big decision. Have you talked to your family and asked how they feel about it?" "Yes," said the man. "They're on favor of the operation 15 to 2."



While at my first adult physical today, I got my blood drawn for the first time. After chatting with the nurse and refraining from punching him or using any sort of unnecessary language, I made it through the whole thing watching with great interest as my blood squirted into the vile. However, while holding pressure on my bandage and joking with the doctor about how this was not on my list of favorite events, the room began to spin and my head became weightless. I passed out. After recovering, the nurse asked me if I felt OK. "Sure!" I said. "Show me to the pee collection room."

This is MYT, from in there..........

 

[iwannabeacowboy]

While at my first adult physical today, I got my blood drawn for the first time. After chatting with the nurse and refraining from punching him or using any sort of unnecessary language, I made it through the whole thing watching with great interest as my blood squirted into the vile. However, while holding pressure on my bandage and joking with the doctor about how this was not on my list of favorite events, the room began to spin and my head became weightless. I passed out. After recovering, the nurse asked me if I felt OK. "Sure!" I said. "Show me to the pee collection room."

This is MYT, from in there..........

Reminds me of the first time I gave blood. I was in high school and in pretty good shape unlike now. Veins like you'd find on a holstien's udder. The nurse, whom I assume was new and was dispatched to the high school to "experiment", placed the needle with a bore that looked like it would rival most irrigation units in the inside of my right elbow. The blood entered the long winding tubing where it was visible, but no further. She walked away, came back and said, make a fist. I did. She walked away, came back and said, squeeze on this stress ball. I did. My forearm distal to the tourniquet was approaching 50% larger than when we started or so it looked and felt. My arm was purple with blood accumulation and hurting to some degree. I knew the problem was not on my end.

Then she said, Oh.. as she released the clamp from the IV tubing beside her, it looked like a race track with the speed that the dark red fluid flowed through the loops and entered the collection bag. She then said words that I will never forget... "Wow, I've never seen anyone fill up a unit this fast before." It was about that time that the world went dark.

I've never been able to bring myself to give blood again. It is horrible, I know. But I just can't do it.