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Yesterday, while on the way home, I got a call from my doc at the RVI hospital saying something about some levels from my liver being up four times to what they were after my first blood test (not a good sign) and that I needed to go in ASAP for another test.
He said it could be the antibiotics I was on, or the roaccutane I'm currently on... I asked if it was possibly the three pints I'd had the night before I had the blood test... Oops.
So I went down for another blood test this morning. I've had a different person do it each time, the first was a big bloke who laughed when I asked if I should sit down for a bit after having it taken.
The second was a nice lady who asked if I was allergic to plasters (I didn't know you could be...) before sticking it on (the bloke just selotaped the cotton bud to my arm, the bar-steward) but today it was a woman who made such a fuss over me I thought I was going to die.
She genuinely had me worried, after all this was a blood test for something to do with my liver, not what they were looking at the first times, maybe they would need more blood? She was counting down when she was going to put it in, like I needed to brace myself... what the heck was she doing? Pulling a pint's worth?
She said I had good veins, and that's the strangest compliment I've ever had. Good veins, but they'll move around too much, and she'd have to clamp them down... What?! What's she doing to my precious left arm, the one which entertains me at night? Is she hacking it off?
Nope, looked down, it was the same as usual, two very small bottles. I'm 21 and she's treating me like a kid (though I didn't get a lollipop...)
So a reminder, kids, if you're about to have a blood test, stay off the liquer, it'll only cause more problems (so will having breakfast then going all the way down there only to be told "Oh, you have to be fasting, come back tomorrow morning without eating anything from midnight until when you come in")
Oops.
He said it could be the antibiotics I was on, or the roaccutane I'm currently on... I asked if it was possibly the three pints I'd had the night before I had the blood test... Oops.
So I went down for another blood test this morning. I've had a different person do it each time, the first was a big bloke who laughed when I asked if I should sit down for a bit after having it taken.
The second was a nice lady who asked if I was allergic to plasters (I didn't know you could be...) before sticking it on (the bloke just selotaped the cotton bud to my arm, the bar-steward) but today it was a woman who made such a fuss over me I thought I was going to die.
She genuinely had me worried, after all this was a blood test for something to do with my liver, not what they were looking at the first times, maybe they would need more blood? She was counting down when she was going to put it in, like I needed to brace myself... what the heck was she doing? Pulling a pint's worth?
She said I had good veins, and that's the strangest compliment I've ever had. Good veins, but they'll move around too much, and she'd have to clamp them down... What?! What's she doing to my precious left arm, the one which entertains me at night? Is she hacking it off?
Nope, looked down, it was the same as usual, two very small bottles. I'm 21 and she's treating me like a kid (though I didn't get a lollipop...)
So a reminder, kids, if you're about to have a blood test, stay off the liquer, it'll only cause more problems (so will having breakfast then going all the way down there only to be told "Oh, you have to be fasting, come back tomorrow morning without eating anything from midnight until when you come in")
Oops.
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Yesterday, while on the way home, I got a call from my doc at the RVI hospital saying something about some levels from my liver being up four times to what they were after my first blood test (not a good sign) and that I needed to go in ASAP for another test.
He said it could be the antibiotics I was on, or the roaccutane I'm currently on... I asked if it was possibly the three pints I'd had the night before I had the blood test... Oops.
So I went down for another blood test this morning. I've had a different person do it each time, the first was a big bloke who laughed when I asked if I should sit down for a bit after having it taken.
The second was a nice lady who asked if I was allergic to plasters (I didn't know you could be...) before sticking it on (the bloke just selotaped the cotton bud to my arm, the bar-steward) but today it was a woman who made such a fuss over me I thought I was going to die.
She genuinely had me worried, after all this was a blood test for something to do with my liver, not what they were looking at the first times, maybe they would need more blood? She was counting down when she was going to put it in, like I needed to brace myself... what the heck was she doing? Pulling a pint's worth?
She said I had good veins, and that's the strangest compliment I've ever had. Good veins, but they'll move around too much, and she'd have to clamp them down... What?! What's she doing to my precious left arm, the one which entertains me at night? Is she hacking it off?
Nope, looked down, it was the same as usual, two very small bottles. I'm 21 and she's treating me like a kid (though I didn't get a lollipop...)
So a reminder, kids, if you're about to have a blood test, stay off the liquer, it'll only cause more problems (so will having breakfast then going all the way down there only to be told "Oh, you have to be fasting, come back tomorrow morning without eating anything from midnight until when you come in")
Oops.
He said it could be the antibiotics I was on, or the roaccutane I'm currently on... I asked if it was possibly the three pints I'd had the night before I had the blood test... Oops.
So I went down for another blood test this morning. I've had a different person do it each time, the first was a big bloke who laughed when I asked if I should sit down for a bit after having it taken.
The second was a nice lady who asked if I was allergic to plasters (I didn't know you could be...) before sticking it on (the bloke just selotaped the cotton bud to my arm, the bar-steward) but today it was a woman who made such a fuss over me I thought I was going to die.
She genuinely had me worried, after all this was a blood test for something to do with my liver, not what they were looking at the first times, maybe they would need more blood? She was counting down when she was going to put it in, like I needed to brace myself... what the heck was she doing? Pulling a pint's worth?
She said I had good veins, and that's the strangest compliment I've ever had. Good veins, but they'll move around too much, and she'd have to clamp them down... What?! What's she doing to my precious left arm, the one which entertains me at night? Is she hacking it off?
Nope, looked down, it was the same as usual, two very small bottles. I'm 21 and she's treating me like a kid (though I didn't get a lollipop...)
So a reminder, kids, if you're about to have a blood test, stay off the liquer, it'll only cause more problems (so will having breakfast then going all the way down there only to be told "Oh, you have to be fasting, come back tomorrow morning without eating anything from midnight until when you come in")
Oops.
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