So I moved my phlebotomy stories to a new location as not to clutter britt and i's journal.
It can be found at
http://phlebotspot.blogspot.com/
Enjoy :)
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Ok, so after sharing some of the things I've heard in my phlebotomy class, Britt thinks I should blog about my experiences in this class. She laughed pretty good so hopefully you enjoy it too.
For starters, there is the man who oversees the program. He's an interesting guy and has a funny story about his own induction into phlebotomy.
At first Brian was phobic about needles and blood. He would try his hardest to avoid them and would literally pass out at the sight of a needle. Then after a friend asked him if he wanted to come train to be a phlebotomist he decided it was time to conquer that fear. So his friend put him through a little exposure therapy.
Every day this friend would tie him down to a chair using motorcycle straps and come into the room carrying a needle. Each day they'd see how close they could get to Brian before he'd pass out. Finally after about 10 days the friend was able to wave the needle around in his face, and just a few days after that he was able to poke other people with a needle of his own and start drawing blood.
But things didn't go so smoothly at first. Once at the hospital Friend waves Brian over saying he's got one over here for him. Brian enters the room and Friend... leaves. The 97 year old woman that he is left alone with then strips down giving him an image he never will forget and he proceeds to awkwardly draw her blood.
While doing this he kept noting that the blood wasn't coming out very quickly, and only after filling a few viles with blood realizes that on the underside of her arm the blood has been pooling underneath the skin due to a bad stick, leaving her a "baseball-sized hematoma" (fluid-filled sac). Frantically he waves Friend over and they disperse it as best they can.
Later the next day the woman comes back and has a bruise starting at her wrist going up her arm, around the back of her shoulder and coming down her chest from all the blood that seeped out underneath the skin. He recalls her complaining "You s.o.b.'s almost killed me!"
Apparently training and drawing standards were quite a bit lower 20-30 years ago.
For starters, there is the man who oversees the program. He's an interesting guy and has a funny story about his own induction into phlebotomy.
At first Brian was phobic about needles and blood. He would try his hardest to avoid them and would literally pass out at the sight of a needle. Then after a friend asked him if he wanted to come train to be a phlebotomist he decided it was time to conquer that fear. So his friend put him through a little exposure therapy.
Every day this friend would tie him down to a chair using motorcycle straps and come into the room carrying a needle. Each day they'd see how close they could get to Brian before he'd pass out. Finally after about 10 days the friend was able to wave the needle around in his face, and just a few days after that he was able to poke other people with a needle of his own and start drawing blood.
But things didn't go so smoothly at first. Once at the hospital Friend waves Brian over saying he's got one over here for him. Brian enters the room and Friend... leaves. The 97 year old woman that he is left alone with then strips down giving him an image he never will forget and he proceeds to awkwardly draw her blood.
While doing this he kept noting that the blood wasn't coming out very quickly, and only after filling a few viles with blood realizes that on the underside of her arm the blood has been pooling underneath the skin due to a bad stick, leaving her a "baseball-sized hematoma" (fluid-filled sac). Frantically he waves Friend over and they disperse it as best they can.
Later the next day the woman comes back and has a bruise starting at her wrist going up her arm, around the back of her shoulder and coming down her chest from all the blood that seeped out underneath the skin. He recalls her complaining "You s.o.b.'s almost killed me!"
Apparently training and drawing standards were quite a bit lower 20-30 years ago.
BDay Wishlist!
Ok so this may not be a formal update, but it carries importance as well. After much deliberation, may I present to you may bday wishlist :D
Shoes (size 7.5) (i like shoes- not sandals or their kin. usually i get running shoes. loafers or skateboard shoes would be acceptable :p)
PC Games
Pillow (a thicker one, like what brittany has) (i also just realized another thin one would work because then i could stack) (genius!)
Pandora 1 subscription
LoL Giftcard
Furniture? Not sure how that'd work unless you can get a DI giftcard lol
Microwave
Electric Can Opener
Walmart Giftcard (because everything is at Walmart.)
And I will update as anything else comes to mind.
Britt also thinks I should post about my phlebotomy class, so I'll start that in a separate post.
Shoes (size 7.5) (i like shoes- not sandals or their kin. usually i get running shoes. loafers or skateboard shoes would be acceptable :p)
PC Games
Pillow (a thicker one, like what brittany has) (i also just realized another thin one would work because then i could stack) (genius!)
Pandora 1 subscription
LoL Giftcard
Furniture? Not sure how that'd work unless you can get a DI giftcard lol
Microwave
Electric Can Opener
Walmart Giftcard (because everything is at Walmart.)
And I will update as anything else comes to mind.
Britt also thinks I should post about my phlebotomy class, so I'll start that in a separate post.
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