I was never very good at lines, doing lines in school, drawing straight lines, cutting a straight line, colouring between the lines, walking in a straight line ( walking in a circle was more my thing) driving between the lines on the road do a line of shots(and still be standing by the last one)
you get the picture
Getting a line (canula) into my veins is along the same lines. My veins are as contrary as the rest of me! When they see a needle, they just collapse or go into hiding. I am notoriously hard to stick a needle into, it usually takes dozens of tries. I leave the doctors looking like a golf course. Unfortunately, I don't get a pint at the nineteenth hole unless it's blood.
On the occasion that I was having several tests on the same day that required a line, a whole team of doctors and nurses came around, so that when one failed, another had a go. This was about 10 people.
The whole team inspected all four limbs. I felt like a sushi roll or something! Then as if by magic, the first doctor gets the first line in on the first go. Like I said, my veins are contrary assholes! Last year when I was in hospital and needed a CT scan in a major hospital, dozens of different doctors and anaesthetists came round over the course of four days trying to get a line in. All tried and failed. Occasionally they would get a line in, but by the time I got down to the CT rood, the vein had collapsed.
There was one last doctor going to give it a go. Otherwise I would have had to go to theatre to have a line put in my neck. I had it once before, no thank you! As his head was bowed before me as he attempted to get a bloody line in, I thought to myself "Jesus Christ, he has sexy hair" It's that kind of hair with a little gel, a little shine, has a light bounce when you move, very hugh jackman in his x-men days. He managed to get a line in. I said get me down to CT before it collapses for god's sake!
When the scan was finished I shouted "the doctor with the sexy hair got the line in"!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Damn that was some sexy hair)
you get the picture
Getting a line (canula) into my veins is along the same lines. My veins are as contrary as the rest of me! When they see a needle, they just collapse or go into hiding. I am notoriously hard to stick a needle into, it usually takes dozens of tries. I leave the doctors looking like a golf course. Unfortunately, I don't get a pint at the nineteenth hole unless it's blood.
On the occasion that I was having several tests on the same day that required a line, a whole team of doctors and nurses came around, so that when one failed, another had a go. This was about 10 people.
The whole team inspected all four limbs. I felt like a sushi roll or something! Then as if by magic, the first doctor gets the first line in on the first go. Like I said, my veins are contrary assholes! Last year when I was in hospital and needed a CT scan in a major hospital, dozens of different doctors and anaesthetists came round over the course of four days trying to get a line in. All tried and failed. Occasionally they would get a line in, but by the time I got down to the CT rood, the vein had collapsed.
There was one last doctor going to give it a go. Otherwise I would have had to go to theatre to have a line put in my neck. I had it once before, no thank you! As his head was bowed before me as he attempted to get a bloody line in, I thought to myself "Jesus Christ, he has sexy hair" It's that kind of hair with a little gel, a little shine, has a light bounce when you move, very hugh jackman in his x-men days. He managed to get a line in. I said get me down to CT before it collapses for god's sake!
When the scan was finished I shouted "the doctor with the sexy hair got the line in"!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Damn that was some sexy hair)
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