fattyprejudice

I went to the lab for blood tests today and my husband, since he needed to get his done as well, came with me.  Now, my husband has teeny tiny little blood veins and the technicians usually have to poke him a few  times to get a good vein to take the blood from.  We were taken in at the same time, with different techs.  I mentioned  that he has little veins that wiggle away from the needle my tech nodded and said not to worry, they will take good care of him, but the  one that was going to take hubby’s blood didn’t react at all.  I was all done and the tech was just tying the band around his arm to get a vein so I repeated what I had said earlier.  She looked at me with a wrinkled brow and said in a surly tone “I heard you the first time!”  Geez!! So as I apologized and slunk away with my head down, I told my husband I would wait outside.  I was only trying to make it easier on my him, I understand that their job is  stressful, but it’s not a cake walk for us either sister! The last time he went for blood tests about 6 weeks ago, he came home with band aids on the top of his hand, his upper arm and on the inside of his elbow and a nasty bruise was starting to blossom on the upper arm.  It took a few weeks for the upper arm bruise to go away and my hubby complained about how much it hurt for that entire few weeks.  Fortunately This gal today, as bitchy as she was, got it the first time today.

We had breakfast (since we had been fasting for the tests) did a little grocery shopping and came home.  Now my husband is a big man, so you would think he’d be tough, right?  Well he came out of the  bathroom and showed me the spot on his hand, from the blood test he had 6 weeks ago and for the 3rd time since then said “I think she did permanant damage here, my hand still hurts, look at this, there is a bump here!”  Well I looked and couldn’t see anything but a freckle and when I felt it, there was nothing there.  I started to laugh and he just stood there looking pitiful and said “it really does hurt”.  I told him, “I’m sorry, but I dont think your hand is going to fall off.”  I may not sound very compassionate but it really does get old.  I pointed out that, being diabetic, I poke myself 4 or more times a day and very often get bruises from it, but I don’t walk around complaining about it do I?  He just huffed and puffed and walked back into his computer room.  I’m still giggling a little bit as I write this blog.  Maybe I should go apologize, but first, I have to make sure I can do it with a straight face.

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