I’m Actually A Big Wuss

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Last week, I had my monthly appointment with the birthing center and this appointment was scheduled to be my glucose test.  I knew I had an appointment but I had completely forgotten about the glucose test until right before I went to bed.

You know, right after I had a plate of my favorite chicken spaghetti.

Loaded with carbs.

Exactly what you shouldn’t do before the glucose test.


I still got up and drank the required drink I’d had stored in my refrigerator for the past month.  To be honest, I like the drink.  I think it’s yummy and tastes like Sunkist.  BUT, I really have no interest in drinking a Sunkist at 8:15 in the morning, let alone within five minutes, and without breakfast.


Walking into my appointment, I went straight to the bathroom to weigh myself and do the required urine test.  Yeah, this was new to me a couple of months ago.  You mean do the test myself?  Um, how do I do that?

Fortunately, I’m a fast learner and now I have it down.  Even though I had a midwife for my last pregnancy, she still officed out of an OB’s office, so a lot of this stuff is brand new to me.

In the exam room, we did all of the normal things like listening to her heartbeat (about 140 bpm) and measuring my belly.  I’m measuring a week behind, which is weird for me.  I’ve never really measured small, but I know it’s normal.

After all that came the worst part.  The part where I had to reveal to my midwife that I’m a big baby.

She had to draw my blood for the glucose test.

Just typing the words “draw my blood” makes me cringe a little.  HATE IT!

I can handle shots, but I think it has to do with the needle actually staying in my body for longer than 2 seconds.  I know, I’m really a big wuss.

From the moment they wrap that elastic band around my arm and start to tie it off, I start sweating a little.

I warned her I wasn’t going to look while she did it.  That usually works just fine.

She got the needle in, but then she started doing something else.  She started using her fingers to move the needle around (INSIDE MY ARM!), to catch the vein maybe?  I’m not really sure.

By this point, I’m starting to get a little woozy.

I looked down (dumb idea) and saw no blood was coming out and now my stomach is turning.  She’s still pushing the needle around.

Finally she tells me we were going to have to take it out and try the other arm because she’s having a hard time finding the vein.  I about died at the thought of it!

We bandaged that little spot up and switched to the other side.  I told her I was going to get my phone out so I had something to distract me this time.  What I really wanted to say was, “Look, if we draw this out {no pun intended :) } any longer, I’m probably going to pass out!”

Fortunately, she found the vein right away and then I could hear the blood running in to the tube.  Such a delightful sound. YUCK!

We got it done, and I’m betting I’ll never forget that experience.

Just like I’ll never forget one of the many times I had to stay in the hospital for my asthma, as a child.  Anytime I went in for an asthma attack, I had to get an IV.  I absolutely hated it, but once it was in, I was fine.

This one time was different because they tried and tried, I don’t know how many times, to find a vein in my arms, but never could, so they resorted to my foot.  I’ll NEVER forget that experience.  Maybe that’s what scarred me.  Who knows.

My mom said that entire time we were in the hospital, I thought I was there for my foot because we had to be so careful around the IV. :)

The moral of this story?

Just in case you thought I was pretty tough (don’t really know where I would have given you that impression to begin with) :)….

I’m actually a really big wuss.


Do you struggle with this?  Please tell me I’m not alone. :)

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  1. {visiting from SITS}

    So you aren’t alone at all in this fear. I have to get shots in my face (3 per month) that are filled with a medication that burns. Plus, I have to do infertility treatments eventually. Everytime I go to a doctor or a lab the first thing they say is “Aren’t you used to it?” and I always have to explain that no, all this testing has quite the opposite. I’m now MORE scared TYVM!
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  2. Debbie Kelly says:

    You are so not alone! To get a diagnosis for fibromyalgia one has to go through all kinds of blood tests to rule everything else out. Monthly for 3 months I had to have 5-6 vials drawn. The worst time in trying to get an IV in was just a month ago. I was so dehydrated my veins collasped. Not a fun time.

    • Jamie
      Twitter: Jmroubinek

      Oh man, just thinking about all of that makes my stomach turn. 5-6 vials, veins collapsing…I couldn’t EVEN imagine!

  3. You’re so funny! I can’t believe I’ve never had to do this drink. You should ask “why” for me next time you go to the ABC. I’ve always heard how dreaded it was. However, I do hate having blood drawn. I’m not sure why. It doesn’t hurt, I get no where near passing out and I have the best veins EVER in both arms, so no multiple sticks on me. I have to look away when they stick the needle in, but after that I’m fine to watch (although I usually opt to not). For health insurance, life insurance and 2 babies (which I think I had blood drawn 2-3 times during each pregnancy) I always get so nervous and my hands get sweaty. And they always take my heart rate JUST before drawing blood. Stupid! lol. I’m glad you didn’t pass out!

    • Jamie
      Twitter: Jmroubinek

      Maybe because you’re so skinny, even when you’re pregnant {hate you for that}, they thought there was no way you could have Gestational Diabetes, so they didn’t even bother testing you. :)

  4. Nikki
    Twitter: nikkib918

    I’ve gotten a lot better about this but I used to be down right terrified of being poked with a needle. Plus, I have weird veins so they usually end up having to take it from the top of my hand which hurts BAD! Funny I just had a conversation with my pregnant friend about the orange drink, she says it makes her want to puke. I’m never had a baby so I’ve never had it.

    • Jamie
      Twitter: Jmroubinek

      So funny how different everyone is. I know I’m kind of in the minority for actually liking the drink. :)

      Oh man, I bet the top of the hand really DOES hurt! Yikes!

  5. Carrie
    Twitter: ASassyRedhead

    Ooohhh…I’m with you.

    When I was married and trying to have a baby I got to the point of doing the monthly infertility stuff. Which consisted of drawing that red stuff.

    My veins are stupidly small.

    So, anytime I now have to have it drawn, I immediately say, “I’m not telling you how to do your job, but you’re gonna have to use one of those butterfly needle things you’d normally use on babies because you’ll never find my vein.”

    And boom. Works every time and they get it on every stick.

    But that digging around stuff would send me running out the room. Bless your sweet hear!
    Carrie´s last blog post ..You’d think I had solved a world issue or two by the way I talk about being so busy.

    • Jamie
      Twitter: Jmroubinek

      I had to get them to use the butterfly thing once, too. They opted to do that right before I was about to pass out.

      Maybe I should just start telling them to do that before they even start! Great idea!

  6. I hizzate getting blood drawn too.

    When we got our life insurance they had to come out to our work and draw blood (to verify our health). Well the lady was bragging about how she never misses….smh. She then proceeded to stick it in my arm, dig around a bit…then she kept saying “Oh my goodness, I just blew your vein, I mean I just went right through it..in one side and out the other, I haven’t done that in years..I just blew it” I about came unglued.

    Moral of the story: I FEEL your pain!
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  7. I also hate needles, and I get that woozy, “I’m going to pass out (or puke) right now” feeling even thinking them! Of course, this really sucked when I found out I have a blood condition that required me to get my blood drawn every 1-2 weeks during the last half of my pregnancies. :\ Thank goodness the phlebotomist at my hematologist’s office was awesome at getting my vein quickly and on the first try — I just learned to close my eyes and think happy thoughts. :)

  8. Jamie
    Twitter: Jmroubinek

    I usually do ok with the whole “think happy thoughts” idea. I can’t imagine having to get blood drawn that often. Horrible!

  9. Oh yes! I hate having blood drawn, but I have to watch. Just the thought of not knowing when the needle will go in freaks me out. And with my daughter, I had one time where they had to dig around for my vein just like you, and I ended up with a huge bruise on my arm. And to make matters worse, when I took my glucose test that pregnancy, they dropped the vial of blood after I left and I had to do it again! lol, you’re not alone!
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