Today I went to the doctor and had some bloodwork done.
Now, for some reason I have teeny tiny little flat veins. Which means, you basically can't get any blood out of my arms--you have to go in through the back of my hand with a butterfly needle. (I usually tell the phlebotomists this up front.)
Well, today my phlebotomist was like, "Let me see if I can just find one in your arm..."
She poked around desperately. Nope. Nothing.
So she reluctantly went in through my hand.
There's a Bill Cosby skit about the worst thing to hear a doctor say during surgery--"oops!"--and needless to say, I was scared to death. I can't handle needles well, so I couldn't turn my head to actually LOOK at what she was uh-ohing...so I'll never know...
She made me run my other hand under hot water for a few minutes to warm it up so she could try again. I guess my cold hands and tiny, flat veins just don't make a good combination.
Needless to say, she got the blood she needed and I didn't bleed out all over her floor. So it was a good day.