Blood Test

When I heard I had to do a blood test for my medical examination, I said "oh shit", in my heart. I shouldnt' be afraid of needles and blood. I never was. But I recalled one incident which nurtured this small fear in me.

I was down with fever during my BMT. And I was sent to the sick bay. And this nice and innocent-looking medic was assigned to put me on drip. I sincerely believe he had an eyesight problem, although he was already 4-eyed. He tried to find my vein in vain. He poked my right forearm twice before deciding my vein took a day off. Then he tried my left. He succeeded on the second attempt. I was almost congratulating him on his miraculous feat, but there were just too many holes in me. I went back to sleep.

It was difficult trying to sleep with a needle in the arm. I might decide to turn onto it, breaking it and *shudder*, I dare not think. This nice medic came back a couple of hours later to extract the needle. He believed I was well enough. I was half-asleep when I heard him say "oh shit". Ok. So what has he done now? At the corner of my eye, I saw him frantically grabbing tissue to press onto my arm. It was only then that I realised that blood, my blood, was splurting out uncontrollably. Hello? Did he think it was fun lying on the bed, half-dead and losing blood like nobody's business? When I finally got up, I saw that there was a large red patch on the bedsheet, where my arm used to be. My gosh! I've been a victim of attempted murder. After that, my temperature kept rising till I had to be sent home. Well, at least there weren't anyone to poke me at home.

So when I was about to be harvested for blood again, I looked at the medic. This one looked smarter. I wonder how are his skills. It went without incident of course, if not I wouldn't be here. It's just that I bent my arm right after that. It was my fault this time.