Friday, September 23, 2005

Whew, did I feel strange sitting on that big blue chair.

The thin rubber tube full of my blood was warm against my arm. The nurses were humming along to Tom Jones. My legs started to tingle. I felt like I was floating.

'Is that normal?' I asked a swooping nurse.

'Yes. Just wiggle your toes.'

When she put the needle in, it hurt. It usually doesn't. I gasped aloud, and she pushed the needle deeper into the crook of my arm. I winced and gasped again.

'Are you alright?'

'Yes...' I said, with gritted teeth.

That's the second time a nurse has hurt me when she inserted the needle. At least at LaTrobe, they're a bit more careful.

I felt lightheaded for about another hour afterwards.

Erika gave me jellybeans. I rode the tram home.

2 Comments:

At 5:40 pm, Blogger daisy said...

Make a complaint. Seriously. It doesn't have to be a really bitchy one, but they can't do anything about it if they don't know you had a bad experience, and it's not good for them or for you to let something like that go unresolved.

They might send you placating gifts, too. Always worth a shot. ;)

 
At 11:17 am, Blogger Emma said...

Hmm. Yes, I think I'll ring them on Monday. It really makes me not want to donate again.

*loud whisper* But I'm having acupuncture on Wednesday. So, there.

 

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