The Doctor Visit
by beehive on Mar.28, 2008, under Uncategorized
Yesterday I left work early to head off for a regular visit to my doctor. Whenever I have to leave early for such a visit I always find myself oddly quiet, almost in mourning as if someone died, but nothing bad has happened, I’m just going for a check up. It’s as if my mind is shutting down at just the possibility of finding out that I have some incurable disease.
I’m sure that I’m fine, I mean the doctor said I appear to be fine and normal, but we did some bloodwork with the check up, and now I’m batshit worried.
What if I actually am dying?!?!?!
I left the doctor’s office last night with that what if thought, and it had me slightly out of it, well, that and some missing blood - I love having blood drawn, it gets me high, seriously it does - which would explain how when I saw C-Dawg and Girlfriend chowwing down on my way home I probably gave them a deer in headlights look.
Anyway, totally weird mindset to be in, and I’m not sure how normal it is to go to the doctor, be told I appear to be healthy and then worry that I have some debilitating and or life threatening disease after a good check up or not, but hey, everyone has their thing, and this happens to be mine. At least I’m not afraid of clowns or statues.
So now I’ll have an entire weekend where I can worry and fret myself silly to the point of me almost sort of legitimately believing that I have an incurable disease that will take my life in a horrible death before the age of 30.
And to top things all off this happened…
With all my worrying of death I forgot to apply pressure to the spot where the blood was drawn and so I bled out a bit….I could have bled myself out on the way home, and this can only mean one thing….I am for sure dying…
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March 28th, 2008 on 11:31 am
Man, that is a HUGE pet peeve of mine…
I draw someone’s blood, and I physically place their hand on the wound and say “hold firm pressure on this for at least a full minute. Don’t leave this room for at least a minute. Don’t lift anything heavy with that arm for at least an hour.”
Never fails, at least two people a day completely ignore me, pick up their massive purse/bag with that arm, and walk out the door right behind me, usually while gabbing on a cell phone. Then they come back 4 minutes later and complain that there is blood running down their arm…
March 28th, 2008 on 11:55 am
Thankfully the blood remained in the bandage…bloody arm…yuck!
March 28th, 2008 on 1:26 pm
As someone who has blood drawn at least 5-6 times per year, I forget that the general population views it as an event of high importance
I’m sure you’re fine.
March 28th, 2008 on 2:03 pm
Holla!