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I am one of those people with invisible veins. I hate getting blood tests! They leave me slightly nauseous, sometimes black and blue.
This leads me to my most recent blood letting encounter during the time of Covid-19.
First off, the sweet girl who first made my doctor’s appointment, said she would fax the blood test order to the lab. In about a week I was mentally and emotionally sort of ready but had a funny feeling that nothing had been faxed, so I called to check.
Sure enough. It had not been done. But the next sweet girl who spotted the mistake said she would fax the order over immediately. I took her at her word.
O.K. I was again sort of ready. It was early Friday morning and I had fasted for 12 hours, drove to the lab and then stood outside in the fresh air with mask on. A sweet girl asked a series of questions regarding any possible virus exposure, then put a little squirt of hand sanitizer in my hand and said, “Sign in at the desk” and then sit in any chair with orange tape (the chairs were 6 feet apart to honor social distancing). There were only one or two chairs left because the place was packed.
I was greatly impressed by all the protective measures, that is until following orders, I went to the desk to sign in. There was a pencil on a string that loomed larger and larger in my imagination.
Who exactly had touched that pencil?
Where had their hands been until they reached the sign-in point?
Yes, I was given hand sanitizer but was it enough to make me sterile?
If I touched that pencil would I die?
Was it worth it?
I mean, to die following orders?
You can tell, I am a follower of orders AND a worrier.
But I did sign in using that contaminated, pestilence covered pencil!
And I made a note of the date to count off the days til I would come down with the virus!
But the story continues.
I waited and waited and waited. I waited an hour. And while I waited a young woman came to the door and was answering all the probing questions. “Have you been around anyone who tested positive for the coronavirus?” Her answer was, “Yes.” (!!!!!!)
At that point, I left. That was Friday.
On Monday I returned and the lab was again packed so I turned around and went to the doctor’s office to tell them I could not get a blood test in preparation for the appointment. They changed the appointment to give me more time.
On the third try, I fasted from 10PM to 10AM and went to the lab again. This time I was the only person there!
The problem was they did not have an order from my doctor! So, the second sweet girl forgot to fax the order over too. This was beginning to literally be a comedy of errors!
Fortunately my blood-letter lady called the doctor’s office and they faxed it over while we sat and chatted. Thankfully, I was the only patient in the place. And my blood-letter was an expert and got what she needed on the first try.
Now let’s hope the blood test shows everything normal and that I will not have to get another test for 6 months or a year. And mostly, let’s hope I am mistaken about the Pandemic Laden Pencil used for sign-in at the lab!
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