Sometimes we have to do things we don’t like to do. One of the things I don’t like doing happens to be blood draws. Oh sure I don’t actually do them. I simply sit in a chair and let someone else dig into my veins and draw my precious blood out of my body.
Now I’m not the smartest person, however my understanding is that blood sort of needs to be in my body.i mean that’s where it belongs. And yes I understand the amount they take in a draw is miniscule. However when you are getting diagnosed with lupus it seems like they almost drain your body of all e precious blood it has. Don’t worry. It just seems that way. However don’t think once you have been diagnosed that the blood letting is done.
You see having lupus means taking medications. Having lupus means blood tests, routine in nature. Having lupus means giving up bits and pieces of yourself, such as your blood, for your overall health.
And I hate blood draws. I always have. And I have them on a regular basis these days. So I can dislike them, but I still get the, done. And for the record, I’m blessed to have amazing people who are able to deal with my crappy veins and draw the blood in a not bad way.
Tomorrow is vampire day. Now don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against vampires, but I’m also not a fan of the pain that comes with the sharp jab of pointy, hollow tubes. Or needles as you may call them.
What, you thought that I was talking about real vampires? I can’t say that I know of any of them offs the top of my head! Although I do have some people in my life who are definitely drains on my energy levels and patience. I suspect we all have those people in our lives.
No the vampires I’m talking about are lovely folks who just happen to make their living by sticking needles in role to draw blood. I mean it isn’t anything personal and in fact the work they do helps people like me. But it’s still a little unpleasant to have to got in for the needle jabs and sit for a while as the blood is drawn out of your body to fill what seems like a thousand vials.
Sure it is for your own good, but to the untrained eye it looks like too much blood has been removed from your body. And if you have uncooperative veins, the needle jab can truly feel like a sharp bite or sting.
But I look on the bright side of these visits, which are: visiting with lovely people, surely losing some weight from all that liquid being removed and knowing this bite won’t result in rabies!
I’m always torn this time of year; I love all the colours and smells as nature uncurls her beauty, but I dread certain things. Mostly what I dread are the stinging flying insects as well as the bloodsuckers that seem impossible to avoid. And this time of year I must deal those suddenly alive and very hungry mosquito mommies as well as what seems like a lab sheet of required blood work that’s several miles long.
I can at least protect myself from the insects that seek my blood, unfortunately for health reasons I cannot avoid the lovely folks who let my blood for various lab tests. It’s part of the deal I made when I started treatment for my lupus.
Well to be completely fair and honest, had I know how much blood I’d be donating for lab tests and such I may have hesitated a little more about my treatment. I’m not a fan of needless and yet lupus have meant more needles than I had ever thought possible.
I have needles for blood draws, needles for treatment, needles for tests and on and on he list goes. I call myself a human pincushion at times. And yes I do call my Phlebotomists vampires. Hey you have to find fun where you can at times because laughter helps.
Now I just wish the mosquitoes would get the message that I’ve already donated my annual supply of blood.