A Very Good Experience

I went over to Good Sam hospital to get blood drawn for a cholesterol test.

I like the fact that in life, if you’re paying attention, there are always reminders of the fact that you don’t have it as bad as it seems like. For example, as I’m in the waiting room, thinking “Arg, this is gonna take all day” I hear on the intercom system “CODE BLUE. CODE BLUE. 4205 Bed 1….” Ok. Thanks! I get your point. I’ll just shut up now.

Another good example was when I had broken my little pinky toe and I was waiting for x-rays while they wheeled in a guy who was slumped over in pain, and sobbing. My little black & bruised toe didn’t seem as important anymore.

Anyway, as I’m sitting waiting for the nurse to come get my blood I see a sign on the wall that says:

Are you having a very good experience?

A “Very good experience”? Um… no, not really, can’t say as I am. I’m sitting here waiting for someone to poke a needle in my arm and take out some of the very stuff that makes me live.

The nurse came in and was very nice. I barely even felt the needle. In fact I thought it was just a test-poking until I saw the blood pouring into the blood collector thingy. (That’s the medical term for it).

I don’t freak at the site of blood, but I don’t really like watching it flow out of my arm. I would have to say that at that point I still was not having a very good experience. It was all done pretty quickly and I got a band-aid, but no lollipop.

I’ll know the results on Friday when I go in for the stress test. Hmmm… me on a treadmill. Doesn’t sound like a very good experience.