This does not inspire confidence.
I had to have blood drawn today. I'd never been to this branch of the lab company my insurance company insists we use. Likely I won't be going back. I don't care how convenient it is.
I was shown into one of those little cubicles of torture, torniquet-ed up and told to make a fist. So I'm white-knuckling it, with my circulation cut off below the elbow, and the phlebotomist (meaning, the incompetent twit handling the really sharp stuff) finds what she thinks is a likely vein and puts the needle in. Hmmm. Nothing. She thinks for a minute and then calls out to the reception area, "Um, hey Bobbi, can you come and help me?"
[blink] Help you? You need help? Bobbi comes in the room, and proceeds to coach Needle-girl. "Okay, now, move the needle a little to the left. Not too far. Nice and slow..." She moves the needle and whatever she hit sent a shooting pain down to my wrist. I flinched, and she immediately removed the needle and left the room. So, Bobbi the Coach trussed up my other arm and drew three tubes of blood. No problem.
Only thing is, while I'm waiting for the elevator I notice that a good sized purplish lump is forming right at the needle mark. I'm not a wimp, but I'm not real crazy about purplish lumps forming on my person. So back I go to the lab. The Coach looked at it and said, "Oh. Didn't I put a pressure bandage on that?" Um let me think... NO YOU DIDN'T! Why am I not surprised?
I feel like I barely escaped with my life! Well, no, not really, but still... I have no problem with needles, and I understand that sometimes things happen. But I sure don't want to be anybody's practice victim.
