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Sunday, December 30, 2007
Bloody Loos
........................................................................................I've lost hope that I will ever finish my half-written posts so I'm going to publish them as they are. Nothing in this world is perfect. Nothing in this world is complete. Inam roosh! She says she's scared of blood. Says that if she sees any, she will pass out. That's why I am here. I've been dragged along, in case she faints. "How much will they draw?" she asks, widening her eyes. This is ridiculous. She certainly knows how much blood they will draw for a lab work. "This much," I say, showing a little over an inch with my thumb and forefinger. She cringes in disgust and sits down. I stretch my arms and scan the clutter of magazines on the end table without touching any. "I'm scared," she declares once more. "Don't be," I blurt out almost automatically. "I donate blood on regular basis," I lie. I don't remember when was the last time I donated. Must have been last year. "And I've never had an issue." Unimpressed, she says very flatly that she admires my courage. I nod. I try to say something more supportive but it's hard to display empathy for a spoiled child with a natural tendency to dramatize everything. "Look away when they push the needle in and think of something else. Think of chocolate cake," I finally suggest. Yet I can't help but scoff at myself for telling a 25-year-old to think of chocolate cake. The door swings open and a nurse in teal scrubs calls out her name. She gets up. I lean forward in my chair, almost getting up. "The patient only!" snaps the nurse. That is enough to make my day. Last thing I want to do is go in and hold her hand while she pretends to pass out. I watch as she follows the nurse into the hallway. Before the door shuts, she turns around and gives me a terrified look, as if she's about to witness her favorite puppy being shot and skinned. I just wave. at 10:46 AM by negar
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