This morning I went in for another day of blood draws for the research study.
Unfortunately, I guess my blood pressure had gotten bored with hanging out in the 110/80 zone and decided to take a brief vacation to the land of 78/40 instead. I have no idea why, since I felt great (seriously, no one had so much as uncapped a needle yet) – but it turns out there’s some rule about not drawing blood from somebody who seems to be in hypotensive shock – even if it is mysteriously asymptomatic.
Still, I wasn’t about to give up $100 that easily, so I tapped my feet and sat up straight, which brought my bp up to a whopping 104/60 (I think I broke a baroreceptor. Either that, or the automated blood pressure machine just spits out numbers at random), and the nurses got started with the draw.
Nurse 1: Be careful, sometimes she passes out when the needle goes in.
Nurse 2: Oh, honey, it’s fine. Look, yesterday I had a physician faint on me. A physician! Haha, can you believe it? He said he hates blood, but he still decided to be a doctor! Crazy, right?
Nurse 1: …
Nurse 2: So, are you in college?
(In defense of my career choice, when I passed out I was on the pointy end of the needle – not the wield-y one.)