Blood test today. Why? The oncologist wants it. That’s enough.
“Go to Quest,” he tells me every time. Fine. Quest it is. Wonder if he’s a stockholder?
The waiting room was crowded when I walked in. It was as if it had been cast. An Asian couple played with their six month old. A older woman (like my age) sat in a corner wearing a mask. There were separately two moms with sons.
I didn’t notice it at first but one of the boys and his mom were called to the back. Then shrieking and blood curdling screams, loud and often accompanied by tearful pleading. It was horrible, painful to hear. This kid did not want blood drawn.
A few minutes later he and mom exited. By this time the six month old was screaming at the top of her lungs. She didn’t know what hit her until it was too late.
It’s tough to take. The poor baby has no clue what’s going on except it hurts. The bigger kid knew what was going to happen and panicked.
I was that kid. Absolutely.
My turn now. I walked to the back past the currently quiet screaming kid, back in the lab and now with his mom in a side hallway.
I invited him to watch my draw and see it was no big deal. Uh huh. Right. I’m not Ward Cleaver.
The blood draw was very easy today, just three small vials. Once the needle’s in it doesn’t matter anyway. No pain. That was unexpected.
The kid was still pacing as I walked out. I feel bad he’s agitated. I feel bad a kid needs a blood test.