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So I have been dying to implement some of the blood type diet into my diet to see if it will help me loose this last bit of stomach without loosing muscle. I find my birth certificate, nothing on there at all. I dig through all the dr’s records I have, nothing. It wasn’t taken during my son’s birth for anything because there were no problems. My mom has no idea, my dad has no idea. So I finally break down and call up my family dr for an appointment to just get that and other routine labs done.
Dr Old guy tells me that insurance won’t cover this test and that it is quite pricy. I say I don’t care, I will pay in cash the person who can tell me my blood type. He talks me in to making an appointment with United Blood Services because they do it free along with other tests, and I get to do something good.
Here’s a bit of history on me and medical procedures, I pass the fuck out!!!!! I have passed out at blood draws on multiple occasions, not because I haven’t eaten or any physical reasons, mentally I can’t take it. I see things being done under the skin and it blacks me right out. I’ve passed out when my step son got a blood draw. I’ve dropped like dead weight on a Veterinarian’s Floor while he made me hold my cat to get its eye stitches out. Why the fuck he didn’t have an assistant do it is beyond me.
Now I’ve always been a big guy, 6’1” and up to 270lbs of fat ass at one point. The worst time was when I came to at a blood draw. My hands were for some reason in this large nurse’s pockets and she trying her damndest to hold me up by my armpits screaming for help. She put her finger right in my white ghost face and said quite sternly and out of breath, “next time you have a procedure like this done, you warn whoever is doing it before you hurt yourself or one of us, lay down!!!!”
And thus the good part begins…….
I walk into the blood services place last night. I talk to the ladies and give my history etc… I apparently signed up for the wrong thing, so the lady see’s my veins popping out of my arms, and signs me up for a double red blood draw whatever the fuck that is, I just want a blood type test. So they sit me in the dentist chair and prep all these tubes and shit behind me, make me squeeze this ball to pop my veins out, which impresses them thoroughly. Not impressive because I’m huge, but because they mostly see the fat and older people who have tiny hidden veins that move and I’m easy for them.
Now I warn this chick that I have a history of passing out for medical procedures. I tell her about the blood draws, the cat story (which let’s face it, makes anyone laugh) and that I have been doing better since the birth of my son, except for the epideral, eewwwwwww, but I’m still pretty queasy with this kind of stuff. She just keeps assuring me that ill be fine. She starts it up, I’m watching and feeling good. I got my ipod on, texting my friend with my free hand. She comes over and tells me that I’m doing fine and she needs to go help the other lady, if the bar becomes yellow at any time to yell for her and she will adjust the pressure.
For those who don’t know this procedure, the blood is taken for a few minutes and filtered into this bag. They can’t take too much at once and they need to keep it from clotting so what is called a return happens. Saline is pumped back in for a little bit. This happens over and over. A yellow bar with some beeps means something is wrong. Nothing serious, just the pressure of the draw or the return is off and it needs an adjustment.
My arm for the first time in the 10 minutes starts to hurt, the beeps begin. I look over at the machine, yellow bars. I yell out something isn’t right, pressure is off. She says, “ok ill be right there.” Now I have to see why this machine is going nuts and why my arm is hurting. I look down at it and yell “oh fuck something is wrong” and that is really the last thing I remember. The saline was going too fast into my vein and my arm was puffing up like a fighter just elbowed a forehead. This set me right off. I open my eyes, I have one nurse shaking me yelling my name while the other 2 are hustling around on my other side. I tell them my name, where I am, the date etc… I’m like “what am I not allowed to fall asleep?” They then proceed to tell me their story.
Apparently just after I yelled “oh fuck something is wrong” my head dropped back in the chair. The cell phone I was holding, I straight up threw it across the room into the corner busting out the battery. I jerked my arm with the needle so bad (bruised all to hell today) that one nurse was afraid I would seriously hurt myself. She yanked the needle out without loosening the blood pressure cuff causing my arm to squirt all over the place. To top it all off, I have my eye’s open and I’m snoring for about 15-20 seconds. I’m sitting in a pool of sweat, my mouth is cold and I fell like I I’m Mark Coleman after Pete Williams highlight reel kicked him in the face. I get some juice, I’m laughing with all of the nurses. She tells me people say they will pass out all the time but no one ever does it.
She tells me the blood is no good and I have to wait 56 more days to do it again to get my blood typed. She hands me my paperwork to initial, there are blood spatters all over this paper. They put tape over top of all the blood spots. It was so bad that I couldn’t even initial where I was supposed to, I had to draw a line.
So after all that I still don’t know my blood type. Hopefully I won’t be re telling this story again in 56 days. Maybe ill just try one of those home kits
Dr Old guy tells me that insurance won’t cover this test and that it is quite pricy. I say I don’t care, I will pay in cash the person who can tell me my blood type. He talks me in to making an appointment with United Blood Services because they do it free along with other tests, and I get to do something good.
Here’s a bit of history on me and medical procedures, I pass the fuck out!!!!! I have passed out at blood draws on multiple occasions, not because I haven’t eaten or any physical reasons, mentally I can’t take it. I see things being done under the skin and it blacks me right out. I’ve passed out when my step son got a blood draw. I’ve dropped like dead weight on a Veterinarian’s Floor while he made me hold my cat to get its eye stitches out. Why the fuck he didn’t have an assistant do it is beyond me.
Now I’ve always been a big guy, 6’1” and up to 270lbs of fat ass at one point. The worst time was when I came to at a blood draw. My hands were for some reason in this large nurse’s pockets and she trying her damndest to hold me up by my armpits screaming for help. She put her finger right in my white ghost face and said quite sternly and out of breath, “next time you have a procedure like this done, you warn whoever is doing it before you hurt yourself or one of us, lay down!!!!”
And thus the good part begins…….
I walk into the blood services place last night. I talk to the ladies and give my history etc… I apparently signed up for the wrong thing, so the lady see’s my veins popping out of my arms, and signs me up for a double red blood draw whatever the fuck that is, I just want a blood type test. So they sit me in the dentist chair and prep all these tubes and shit behind me, make me squeeze this ball to pop my veins out, which impresses them thoroughly. Not impressive because I’m huge, but because they mostly see the fat and older people who have tiny hidden veins that move and I’m easy for them.
Now I warn this chick that I have a history of passing out for medical procedures. I tell her about the blood draws, the cat story (which let’s face it, makes anyone laugh) and that I have been doing better since the birth of my son, except for the epideral, eewwwwwww, but I’m still pretty queasy with this kind of stuff. She just keeps assuring me that ill be fine. She starts it up, I’m watching and feeling good. I got my ipod on, texting my friend with my free hand. She comes over and tells me that I’m doing fine and she needs to go help the other lady, if the bar becomes yellow at any time to yell for her and she will adjust the pressure.
For those who don’t know this procedure, the blood is taken for a few minutes and filtered into this bag. They can’t take too much at once and they need to keep it from clotting so what is called a return happens. Saline is pumped back in for a little bit. This happens over and over. A yellow bar with some beeps means something is wrong. Nothing serious, just the pressure of the draw or the return is off and it needs an adjustment.
My arm for the first time in the 10 minutes starts to hurt, the beeps begin. I look over at the machine, yellow bars. I yell out something isn’t right, pressure is off. She says, “ok ill be right there.” Now I have to see why this machine is going nuts and why my arm is hurting. I look down at it and yell “oh fuck something is wrong” and that is really the last thing I remember. The saline was going too fast into my vein and my arm was puffing up like a fighter just elbowed a forehead. This set me right off. I open my eyes, I have one nurse shaking me yelling my name while the other 2 are hustling around on my other side. I tell them my name, where I am, the date etc… I’m like “what am I not allowed to fall asleep?” They then proceed to tell me their story.
Apparently just after I yelled “oh fuck something is wrong” my head dropped back in the chair. The cell phone I was holding, I straight up threw it across the room into the corner busting out the battery. I jerked my arm with the needle so bad (bruised all to hell today) that one nurse was afraid I would seriously hurt myself. She yanked the needle out without loosening the blood pressure cuff causing my arm to squirt all over the place. To top it all off, I have my eye’s open and I’m snoring for about 15-20 seconds. I’m sitting in a pool of sweat, my mouth is cold and I fell like I I’m Mark Coleman after Pete Williams highlight reel kicked him in the face. I get some juice, I’m laughing with all of the nurses. She tells me people say they will pass out all the time but no one ever does it.
She tells me the blood is no good and I have to wait 56 more days to do it again to get my blood typed. She hands me my paperwork to initial, there are blood spatters all over this paper. They put tape over top of all the blood spots. It was so bad that I couldn’t even initial where I was supposed to, I had to draw a line.
So after all that I still don’t know my blood type. Hopefully I won’t be re telling this story again in 56 days. Maybe ill just try one of those home kits
