I went to the doctor yesterday to have my HA1c checked. Three months ago it was 6.2. This time it was 6.3 – and I was disappointed because I thought it would be lower. While 6.3 is not bad, it means that it crept up in the past 3 months and I guess it scares me a bit. Then my doctor reminded me that she cut out my insulin completely and cut my dose of Metformin in half. I started to perk up some when she said that. I’m starting to maintain a normal HA1c with no insulin and less oral meds. Well alrighty then! My hope returned at that point!
The doctor asked if I wanted a flu shot and I told her I did. Those things sting like a son of a gun, but the flu is tons worse! One of the MA’s took me to the procedure room. She told me to hang my arm loose at my side because that would make the shot hurt less. I did and got the shot. It was fine.
The doctor said I needed my ears washed. Well… I balk at that procedure! I had so many inner ear infections when I was a kid – always after going swimming it seemed. I hate water in my ears! I am such a baby while they’re trying to work – I literally shake. I know that makes their job more difficult and I apologize – but it just feels so horrible to have water in my ears… I think it always will.
So she put this long blue stick looking thing in my ear to scrape some wax off the sides. She told me I have the smallest ear canals she’d ever seen. I didn’t know whether to apologize or say thanks. Then I felt a poke in my ear and flinched. She seemed to be blaming me for it – she said, “When you flinched, your ear started bleeding.” I’m like… “OH great – please don’t burst my ear drum – I’m a musician – I need to be able to hear!” I didn’t say it but boy I was sure thinkin’ it. If she had not poked something and made it hurt, I probably would not have flinched – actually.
I ask you… what on earth is the difference between her poking a little blue stick in my ear – and me poking a Q-tip in it??? They tell people not to do that, but HEY – at least there’s cotton cushy stuff on the ends of those! I just don’t understand so many things. I was angry and my ear hurt. I was so done with this appointment – just finished. This turkey was close to being cooked!
Oh but we were not finished… no – wanted to be, but no, not done.
They needed some blood – oh joy oh rapture! How bad could that be? A poke – they get their blood and I get to go home, right? Yeah… no.
Apparently their problem with getting blood was also my fault – because I was apparently supposed to drink a gallon or two of water before the blood draw. Well, it’s duly noted in my brain with indelible ink now… because they poked my arm at my elbow and got nothing. They poked the back of both my hands and got… nothing. They poked… oh I don’t even remember where they poked – the point is… if you try a few times and come up empty – you schedule the draw for another day – when I can get myself all nice and hydrated – you don’t keep poking the pin cushion!
I finally spoke up – I had been as kind and apologetic as I could be. I apologized for my hair getting in the way of their squirt gun when she was cleaning out my ears. I apologized for being dehydrated. I apologized for wearing the wrong color of blush with my lipstick… for Pete’s Sake – I’m sorry already!
I said, “Why don’t you guys get the doc to sign an order for me to go over to Lab Corp to get blood drawn… that way you don’t have to keep trying. And on the way over there I’ll stop at the store and get a few bottles of water and drink them.”
It was as if I’d just let the COMMON SENSE GENIE OUT OF THE BOTTLE… she looked at me and said, “That’s a great idea! You may just be going over to Lab Corp!” You don’t really wanna know what thoughts were going through my mind then… they weren’t nice.
My frame of mind was not in a good place. The worst Monday of my work life was never this bad. I worked in the healthcare industry in some capacity for 20 years and never have I experienced such horrific treatment. Once when she couldn’t hit a vein, I got an earful (yes, I could hear) of obscenities. I don’t call people on that stuff, but I consider it to be quite unprofessional. If anyone should be cussing – hello, I’m the one feeling it.
I waited and waited. She had to wait for the doctor to finish with another patient… I had all day, but they didn’t know that. But – I figure it’s better to wait for the doc to sign the order than to have Laurel & Hardy poking me with a butterfly needle all day long!
My appointment was at 9:15. I left there at 11:25. I was angry, hungry, shaking because I was probably having a low – or it could have been anger… and I was trying not to cry in front of any of the folks at the doctor’s office. When I finally got to my car…
I bawled and cried and yelled and screamed and hit my steering wheel. I asked God WHY OF ALL THINGS HE MADE MY VEINS SO TINY, MY EAR CANALS SO TINY AND WHY I HAD TO BE A STUPID DIABETIC AND HAVE MORE PROBLEMS BECAUSE OF IT – AND WHY DO I HAVE TO GET MY BLOOD DRAWN EVERY 3 MONTHS???
Miracle #1 – I looked at the appointment card in my hand. My next appointment isn’t until April of ’17. It’s not scheduled for 3 months out – but for 6 months out!
I was taken aback… and a sudden glimmer of hope came over me. My doctor thinks I’m on a good track and trusts me to stay on it for the next 6 months!!! This is a good thing, right???
As I drove to Lab Corp, it dawned on me that God was helping me with diet, exercise and that was in turn going to make my HA1c better. I’m going to be okay.
My make-up was a bit messed up, but I was composed mentally as I went in to Lab Corp. I signed all their paperwork and had no idea that God had another miracle waiting for me.
Miracle #2 – I don’t know her name and I doubt that she remembered mine, but for about five minutes in a little lab cubicle, we had CHURCH together! She asked how many sticks they tried at the doctor’s office. I showed her the different places and she said, “Well honey, I don’t know if I’ll get blood either but we’re just going to praise Jesus anyhow… just praise Jesus anyhow!”
I felt a calm come over me… a calm that I so desperately needed to feel. It was the presence of the Lord – His Holy Spirit had been invited into our presence – and He was so welcome in that place. She prayed for me and asked God to guide her as she worked. There was no hesitation about it – she prayed and God heard and God answered.
She got blood with one stick… coincidence??? I think not.
If you belong to God and you draw blood for a living… please don’t be ashamed of your faith in the workplace. You never know when someone like me is feeling like they’re on the brink of crazy town and may just need a phlebotomist to pray for and with her – and pray that God will guide that needle into the vein it needs to go in. Jus’ sayin’.
When I got to the car – I cried again. I didn’t hit the steering wheel… I lifted my hands and let God know that I understood why I needed to go to the lab. I needed to have church – real church. No fancy pews, no stained glass windows. It was a Friday at work for her and a stubborn vein day for me – but it turned out to be so much more. Praise You, Jesus, and thank You! 🙂