Recently, I was talking to someone about my upcoming blood donation. She had never given blood before although her boyfriend gives frequently. When they call to remind him that he can give blood and to set up an appointment, he calls them the bloodsuckers. It's a good term since they are truly relentless. I appreciate the calls because it does make me set up an appointment and give when I can.
Last Wednesday I went to my scheduled appointment, but was unable to give because my iron was low. After another week of taking iron, I was able to give tonight. Unfortunately, I was assigned the one phlebotomist that seems to be less than competent. I've had problems twice with her digging around in my arm with the needle trying to find my veins. She's a really nice lady, but when she takes my blood, I leave with a sore to quite sore arm. Today after digging around and having the needle at an angle instead of more even with my arm, she called someone over to help. The other phlebotomist was able to get the needle in the vein and even with my arm. Part of me wants to request someone else if she's ever assigned to me, but the other part of me feels bad because she's very nice. At least I won't have to worry about this until it's time to give again. Besides, I've only had her twice, so what's the chance I'd actually get her again? For now I'll sit back and wait for the blood suckers to call again.
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