...Friday was. So I went to the Cancer and Infusion Center to get my weekly phlebotomy for haemochromatosis, and once again no blood would come out of the veins found at the bend of each elbow. In desperation, the nurse decided to take the blood from a juicy vein located on the side of my wrist. No more than twenty to thirty seconds later (I kid you not, my mom is a witness) I started to feel faint, something that has
never happend to me before, and I've had my blood taken too many times to count. Then, after the other nurses started to freak and shove smelling salts in front of my nostrils I began throwing up (the nurses instructed me to do so on the warm blanket they'd given me). And this wasn't some cutesie little pile of spit up, oh no, I was puking my guts out X.X But the nurses
did fill up the whole bag with my blood, and commended me on staying still so the needle wouldn't move, thus resulting in yet another failed bag, while puking and nearly passing out, so yes!
Because of that, I called my doctor yesterday and left a message explaining the whole crazy incident. After getting a call back today and confirming that I kept myself very hydrated before the phlebotomy, he confirmed that I had "poor vein access" and that I need to have a
port installed under my skin. With that in place, I will have a hole open and ready for blood to be taken that will be attached to my main vascular system. It's a very simple outpatient surgery that takes about 30 minutes to do, and it can't even be seen (or at least the guy's at my dad's work can't be seen). It will make these dreaded phlebotomies much easier, although I do have some reserves about having a needle stuck in my upper chest every week for a few more months. But I'll get used to it. I'm seeing the vascular surgeon next Thursday.
Those nurses, while I was having my "episode" last Friday, were
fantastic during the whole ordeal; very supportive and caring. Yay for cool nurses!
Can't hang on, have some homework to do. Peace out loves!