I did something important today towards BETTER SELF-CARE.
I went to Quest Diagnostics and did a blood test. My doctor wanted a CBC, of course, but also thyroid, fasting lipids, vitamins B & D, and hepatic function. She has made no secret that she is disgusted with my weight obesity, currently 226 pounds. (I decided to give her one more shot to speak nicely to me or I am going to switch doctors. Of course, I have to say something to her first. Again, I got angry when someone overstepped my boundaries, but I didn’t say anything. But I will. When we review my bloodwork, I’ll call her out on her attitude against fat people. Probably. Maybe.) Anyhow, my weight is up 26 lbs. from last November, but I’ve had intestinal worms for the entire year.
Actually, I did TWO things this week for Better Self-Care: I took dose one of albendazole (wormicide) and I did my blood test.
I get extremely anxious before any appointment where someone is going to stab me with a needle. I also get anxious because they can only draw on my right arm. I have scar tissue on my left arm (from cutting myself) and a blood draw from the left hurts me for close to 7 days, at least it did last time. Which scared me.
Once, the phlebotomist was bossy and I had to fuss with her a little to get her to draw on my right arm. Of course, she bruised me big time because I dared to speak up for myself. Since then, I always worry about it. The needles give me enough anxiety, but now I worry about my scars and exposing myself to callous people who don’t know what I went through.
It hasn’t happened, though.
Let me say that again.
No phlebotomist has been (extra) mean to me yet. It’s just a fear that I have.
Today was the first time ever that a guy drew my blood. It’s okay for a guy to touch me if it’s for a medical test. (Yes, I do think about tznius.) He was great, very professional and truly good at his craft. He got me on the first try. I told him that I am a really difficult draw. I don’t let them stick me more than 4 times and I don’t let them stick needles into my hands anymore because a doctor told me that it will cause the veins to collapse. If the phlebotomist can’t get me in 4, I make another appointment.
But I know what to do to help. I drank 3 litres of water and Gatorade on the night before my draw. Liquids help a lot.
Still, I got too anxious and my veins closed up before the last tube. He only got a centimeter in it. He said that’s enough for a CBC. I hope he’s right. I feel like I should have had him stab me again in another vein.
The next HUGE step in Better Self-Care will be going to the dentist. I have a painful cavity and early gum disease in my mouth because I stop brushing my teeth when I get depressed. I can still reverse the damage, but I haven’t. It’s a pity, because my teeth were always strong and beautiful. My smile is my best feature.
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