Venipuncture

Cool news of the week: I drew blood for the first time on Wednesday! And I was the only person in my group who managed to at least half-way fill up the vial. I felt accomplished. Of course, I left a lovely bruise on my friend F's arm and she on mine, but what they hey, we have to learn somewhere.

It's actually kind of cool to learn on each other, because knowing that it really doesn't hurt that bad gives you a little more confidence to do it to someone else--and if you can do it on your best friend, you can probably do it to a stranger even easier.

One thing we did discover, however, is that phlebotomy is possibly the most ripe conversation topic for "That's What She Said" jokes of. all. time. I mean, it's kind of ridiculous. Witness said conversation between F and I after the session:

F: Ouch, I hope that didn't hurt you too much.

B: Not really, I think you just weren't in deep enough the first time. It wasn't so bad after you went in a little deeper.

F: Yeah, I think I was so worried about trying not to wiggle it around too much, I couldn't think about much else. Also, sorry for squirting all over you at the end.

I kid you not. We did realize at that point that anyone walking past us on the street would probably be appalled and/or laughing hysterically, so hopefully we were at least entertaining.