Necessary Mutilation

What a bummer!  I could cry!  After anticipating today with great apprehension; drinking as much as I could stand (to ensure proper plumpness of my veins!) and then taking three times the recommended dose of valium, Tom whisked me off to my friends and co-workers, the nurses at Aspire.  Well it was supposed to be just one nurse - Jane, who kind heartedly offered to take my blood in that “Venus”, my main squeeze at Quest Blood Labs, remains elusive and I am running out of time to be stuck by someone with a good track record with me  In the past, Venus’ manner and competence in drawing my blood when no one else can has called me to travel great distances to find where she is subbing at rather than take changes with strangers at nearby sites. 

Well, sweet, kind, sympathetic Jane did try and colleagues Amy and Maureen as well, once Jane had to run off, defeated.  After 70 total minutes of attempts; vein patting; arm pumping; procedure talking and angst - we all admitted to defeat.  Me with tears, them with apologies and sighs and probably stories to tell.  And, to add insult to injury, I needed to then go with Tom and have our taxes finished off (whee - who cares, I’m on valium) and then sleep a depressed and anxious sleep the rest of the day until the valium wore off.  My only hope now is that this doesn’t hold my surgery up.  Crap!