Yesterday was all dreamy and wonderful. Today reality hits. I must go get this blood work done so the Doc can check it before we leave Mexico. I am terrified. I almost passed out in the middle of the night just thinking about it.
Last time I had blood drawn was not quite two months ago when we got the pregnancy blood test done. Even thinking I had a sweet little baby inside didn't help. I sat down in the chair and cried. Looking at the counter next to me, I noticed two sizes of vials. In the caddy there were three rows of "small" vials and one row of "big" ones. I just knew she would grab the big one. She did. Then the darling lady wanted to show me she was using a brand new needle. However, she didn't warn me she was about to stick a huge (everything seems bigger when you're scared) needle right in front of my face. I cringed out loud. J says I even shoved my hand in her face. (Pure instinct, I promise. I'm really not a terrible person and I know she's just trying to do her job.) She then proceeded to tell me that if I didn't stop crying the blood wouldn't come out. What a ridiculous story, but I fell for it and tried to slurp my sobs back up. To "keep my mind off of it" I asked Jonathan to tell me a story. Poor thing, he had to improv an interesting story to keep me from passing out. So, he starts in about the bamboo trees outside. It was a valiant effort, but to no avail. I was going. All of the sudden J sounded like he was across the building. And those black eye shields starting coming up.....
Fortunately, I didn't knock all the way out. I did, however, feel like a zombie the rest of the day. Last time we only checked to see if I was pregnant. This time, the Doc is checking for like five different things. I actually haven't counted all the check marks on the referral slip. I don't really want to know. I just hope it doesn't mean we have to take a vial for every single thing he's checking for.
Today I will not look at any vials or needles. They can show Jonathan all they want, but my eyes will be closed. If they'd let me lay on the floor, I would. Anything to be more relaxed and less terrified.
This is what you call procrastinating.