No jokes. I should change my name to Pin Cushion. Every time I need a cannula I entered into an insane little ritual. The nurse will prod my elbows to find a vein. Each one will seem too deep, too close a tendon or will roll itself out of the needles way. Then they usually go after my wrist. Today, today.... My valve blew because the needle was dangerously close: no harm but a nice bruise. At this point the radiologist is called. After slapping my hand for what seems like ages and asking me I have drunk enough today he finally tries the veins in the back of my hand unsuccessfully twice. At this point I no longer care. So they go for my other wrist, finally get the canula in and we get on with the MRI. But then, the vein gets its revenge. They remove the canula and the little bastard won't stop bleeding....
With the exception of the bleeding, this happens every time.....
Anyone else want to jab me today?
You should be used to that by now... :)
ReplyDeleteThey were apologising all the way through and I was sat there with an I'm politely bored look on my face.
ReplyDeleteYou mean your "been there, done that" look? ;-)
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