Story of a lost journalist

May 3, 2008

Surviving a blood test

Filed under: Just talking — Cris @ 11:00
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It is not exactly the second post of the day although chronologically it is. The last one I wrote was past midnight but for me it was still the time before I turned in for the day. It is complicated. Let’s just assume we are dealing with the first post of the day.

I must be desperately in love with my blog! But well, I always have to write when I go out. Being jobless, a trip to the outside world, to see the sky, smell the fresh air, to frown at the sun, means a lot. I got to do all that today. Although this time I wasn’t actually looking forward to it. In fact I tried everything I could to avoid it. I was going to have a blood test. Trying to act totally healthy and unsick(latest addition to no-such-words.com) didn’t work. My cough and horrid temperature gave me away. Imagine… my own flesh and body doing that to me!

Normally I like sick days. It meant home with all comforts and I love my voice when I have a cold. It manages to hide half the voice-anomalies I was born with. Now that I was home all the time I wasn’t looking forward to bedridden days. I would have let it go if it wasn’t for the blood test. Ok I needed to get through this. My 8-month old nephew did when he was 6 months old. I was older and definitely stronger. All I had to do was to take care of that one single moment when the needle goes into my hands. Ouch even the thought was hopelessly painful. I was doomed. I had to cheer myself with a lousy plan. The plan – As soon as the medicine rubbing was over, and I see the needle coming, I would shut my eyes tight, bring my lips together, make my best frown and turn away from the whole thing.

I tried telling Amma the importance of saving petrol, saving money and how it could all be preserved by avoiding an unimportant test. It is amazing how important things like that never so much as enter the air around my mother’s ears. I gave up after my last attempt at the blood-test centre telling Amma we could still go back and which again bounced back with the same effect. My name was called; I stepped in and when I saw the needle, executed my plan. And bingo, it worked. I am not sure if it was the frown or the tight lips but the thing was over in a minute and I wasn’t exactly shedding buckets of tears. It was not exactly totally painless, but the closest thing to that. I was in one single piece. Whoever thought thats possible now! I had a nasty idea they use those little needles to chop your hands into ten different pieces and then hammer each of those 10 to 20 others. But after the whole thing was done, my hands were in one piece. My beautiful lovely pretty hands (they deserve a moment of glory!). Oh I love them. Its so good to be connected to your limbs all the time. I must remember that!

I came out hand held up tight, watching the sky, smelling the fresh air (well it was a wee bit unfresh but who minds a little pollution on a day like this) smiling at every passing fellow human being. It was a good world to live in after all; even nasty blood tests don’t take the goodness out of it.

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5 Comments »

  1. So…u had a peaceful blood test. Wish you a speedy recovery.

    Comment by MS — May 3, 2008 @ 13:48 | Reply

  2. Pray hard sis!! If they found any thing wrong with you in this bloodtest, they may take a bigger needle for u! 😉

    Comment by Srijith — May 3, 2008 @ 18:03 | Reply

  3. Too much you wrote about a blood test..

    Comment by Manu Punne John — May 4, 2008 @ 18:31 | Reply

  4. For my defence it was a lengthy 1-minute long procedure!

    Comment by Cris — May 13, 2008 @ 20:47 | Reply

  5. “I must be desperately in love with my blog! But well, I always have to write when I go out.” 🙂

    Comment by no name — February 19, 2012 @ 04:17 | Reply


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