So when you get to a certain age, you can count on a blood test a minimum of once a year. Theoretically no big deal, but if you get squeamish like me, ugh!!
I had the loveliest phlebotomist today, a gentle soul who had a light touch. Therefore, there was really no pain when she inserted the needle.
Why then do I still get lightheaded during the process? Is it anxiety or fear? What goes through my mind that makes my heart race and my palms sweat? The answer: Who knows? Some of us just don’t like to get our blood drawn.
So I can count on a near fainting spell once a year until the medical community comes up with a viable alternative to that dam needle…
So yesterday I awoke with a terrible, lower backache. My time on the elliptical machine the day before had come back to haunt me. I couldn’t bend or even lean, and the pain was constant.
I had leftover prescription lidocaine patches from a car accident (no they were not expired), so I thought I’d give one a try. Since this was an Rx item, I anticipated some quick relief. Oh, I was so wrong…
After struggling to get down the stairs, Stef recommended the heating pad. I was skeptical merely because I was using a prescription with no results. How could a heating pad do much for me?
So I pulled it out and settled into bed with the heating pad under my aching back. Stef was so right! After about a half hour, I was already feeling better. My muscles were loosening up, and I felt decent for the first time that day.
When I woke up this morning, I had some discomfort, but it was a great improvement from yesterday. Now that I have finished classes for the day, I’ll spend a little more time with that heating pad.