I experienced using flashlight while doing it.
I experienced being threatened by a saliva spitting patient while doin’ it.
I experienced being cursed by an Ilocana while doing it.
I experienced a retired officer doing hand salute while doing it.
I experienced being kicked by a kid in the crotch (cause he was on tantrums) while doing it
I even experienced collecting blood samples in the hand, wrist, leg and foot veins aside from the preferable site which is the forearm. Because we have this rule in the Laboratory that, “you can’t get back from wading without any blood sample”
I experienced collecting blood from the artery. (I’m such a bad boy! hehe)
I even tried to collect blood from myself. (adik!hehe)
Those were the ruthless times I had to go through. I have to admit I made mistakes; some missed shots or sadly did not collect any blood so I have to endorse it to the attending physician.
Midway today, I felt I was the one being extracted. All the eagerness was little by little withdrawn out of my system. Just like the procedure, it felt like I was tightly tied by a tourniquet. As the day goes, it felt like I’m punctured torturously by a needle. Again I was feeling sad.
I enrolled this subject thinking it will be ok and it’ll be a breeze, that it would be easier since it will become a review for me. But little by little, I really felt that I don’t belong. I know, it’s only 3 weeks and it’s not right to make sense out of this. But the feeling of being left out is gradually creeping into me. It’s so palpable, just like the vein you need in venipuncture.
I keep on thinking that it’s just me. I separate myself from them, creating my own little world, separating with my misery and the thought that I don’t fit in.
And just like a missed venipuncture, I hope it will not make a mark, a superficial mark that obviously bleeds deep inside.
X’s – this was last Thursday and just made scratch on my notes. Hehe. I’m ok now, it’s just a mild attack of my misery.=)