It begins.

I’m not sure what I am going to be writing about which, of course, means that I don’t know where to begin. I guess I should go ahead and let you know that I spilled a coke on my macbook a while back and now a few of the keys get stuck. My space bar being the most prominent problem. The point of my telling you that is because when I write I hardly, if ever, look back at what I have written so there may be random spaces or none at all. I know I could always go back and put the spaces where they belong but I would rather not. If I had to go through to check on my spacing I would be too tempted to make other changes.

If that first paragraph kept you on your toes then you, friend, are going to love this blog.

Last Friday, the 4th of April, I had to get some blood drawn. One of the labs that was needed was a fasting lipids to check my cholesterol level. I started fasting around 2 am and finally got into the lab around 3 pm. I pointed out my best blood-letting pipe to the technician and she gave me an awkward smile. She told me that she had been having a really rough day and that she would probably miss the vein. I let her know that I didn’t mind being a pin cushion and to “have at me.” She missed on the first try and I let her know that it was really no problem at all. She got me the second time and as she started to draw the second tube I started to get a little dizzy. As a matter of fact I said, “Hey… I’m starting to get…” It was at this moment that I passed out.

I remember feeling like I was having a nightmare. There were dark, shapeless creatures all around me and they were trying to hold me to the ground. In all actuality, two lab technicians and a doctor were trying to get me into a reclining position. I was outside of reality and having none of it. What I mean is I fought against them as hard as I could until I finally slid back to reality.

Everything was pretty foggy and when I could finally focus normally I could see a couple of kids sitting across from me waiting to get their blood drawn. There is no doubt in my mind that my passing out and acting out violently scarred them for life. I wanted to let the kids and everyone else in the lab know that I was o.k but the only thing I could say was, “Well, that was awkward.” After the color returned to my face I assured the techs and the doc that I was fine and that my blood sugar was extremely low from fasting. The poor lady that had taken my blood had obviously been crying and still seemed pretty shaken up.

I’m starting to realize that I don’t have an exciting way to end this… Well, reader, not every story can be a winner. The sooner you realize that the sooner you can get over it.

~Nick

~ by nicktriplesix on April 7, 2008.