A little background - I have "vasovegalsynkopie" - totally spelled that one wrong, but not like most of you know what that is so it doesn't matter :) It means: fainting at blood because of a chemical in the brain. First found out when I was 11 and passed out after watching my sister bleeding from her mouth (she had fallen and her teeth went upwards)... And I've figured this passing out thing several times through my short life so far, and probably several more to come...
So, I decided to visit the doctor for an annual check-up, cankers, and random tail bone pain. My doc gave me some meds/cream for the cankers (which are coming all the time these days!! what the heck???!), he sent me to get an x-ray (just bruised tail bone yay, not very fun...) and then made sure I was working all okay. I did just fine, then after he left he sent the nurses in to get a little blood to test that as part of the physical. I quickly told them my issues with this so they had me lay down during it all. David was there - yay! So he was there making jokes and trying to distract me as I hear the one nurse say to the other "do you want to try it this time?" Wow, don't ever say that while with a patient! Man, I got the new nurse!! She hesitated, checked the right arm for veins and asked me to pump my fist, I already was freaking out and squeamish - why do I have to pump my fist - gross! She couldn't do that so she moved to the left arm and poked on in. I was breathing and surviving as David said good job. I asked if it was over, he said yes and the nurse was just putting pressure on my arm. Well, little did I know the vein rolled and had been spraying my blood out on the seat while I thought I was done. So, David said they were getting another nurse - why!!?!?! Ahhh... So the nurse with more than 30 years of experience came in and quickly took my right arm, poked in and got what they needed. She said to take it easy and slow just in case. Well, I made it through the poking at least - so hate it! I couldn't sit still but David just kept talking and found some water and a granola bar so I sat up. I laid back down when I felt sick and then sat up and got ready to go. I just couldn't stop thinking about what had happened and that's just what gets me! We walked out, David holding me just in case... while walking I could see my vision getting black and blurry.... oh no... told David I needed to sit.... and then... sitting.... gone.
I heard muffled noises and David saying "sweetheart" over and over... I thought, hmmm, I must have my ipod in my ears, I can't hear anything! I opened my eyes and saw David and realized what had just happened! "When did I go out? How long was I out??" Only about 30 seconds but I fainted right in the lobby as I was trying to get to a chair! There was a patient/guy just staring at me while I tried to collect myself and wake back up - dude what's the problem?? I guess I was pretty entertaining :) There was a nurse who brought me a chocolate cookie (David totally ate it...) and a soda, which was the best. See, I hadn't eaten since with the physical they told me to fast. I think with no food and then walking, that just didn't work. Actually thinking about it now, I'm pretty sure it's always when I walk around after a blood event - then I faint. I gotta remember that one :) Anyway, after sitting in the waiting room for awhile David took me to the car and we sat and had lunch there for a bit before I headed back to work. Oh man! I survived work and just sat down a lot when I started feeling faintish. And I totally couldn't move my arms, thinking about what they did on my arms just got me - I had bandages all around both arms as they poked me all over, and it was tight to keep the rest of my blood in - gross again! I got home and David had me relax all evening. And he proceeded to tell me the parts I had missed from that day. How the first blood sprayed all over, and how the next nurse pulled 2 whole viles out of my body - no wonder I was light headed the rest of the day! I don't think I've ever lost that much blood. And I wish I could say that I'm never doing that again! But as all of my "mom friends" have said, a little blood drawn happens a lot plus a lot more when prego. Ahhh... something to look forward to, or not think about quite yet!
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