Apparently I have no veins in my body. At least not in my arms where they are supposed to be. I know they used to be there. I used to be the model patient. The one the nurses and phlebotomist's would always exclaim "oh, you have good veins"! And I would feel proud to know I was such a good pin cushion.Yesterday had to stop into my doctor's office for a "quick" blood draw. There was nothing quick about it. The phlebotomist couldn't find a vein in my right arm. No big deal, I have another arm you know. Then, she couldn't find one in my left arm either. So, she called the nurse in to have her try. No luck either. So, they had me run my hands under warm water for a few minutes to see if the veins in my hands would "pop up". Eventually they did and I was stuck in my right hand. Eureka! We have blood...oh wait, one, two, three drops. Is that all??????? "Come on", I could hear the nurse plead of my hand. But it was all for naught. So, the left hand was poked and the blood slowwwwwwwwwwwly began to trickle. What should have been a quick 10 minute thing turned into a 40 minute ordeal. This is yet another example of why it is not good to gain a lot of weight. It makes it harder to find good veins. On the bright side, the nurse was good enough that she didn't leave bruises at the needle site.
