The blood draw I understand, and what with having cancer for 12 years, you’d think I’d be used to it by now. I’m turned as far away as I can get, tense from head to toe, and on the verge of tears up until the needles back out of me. As soon as it is, I’m fine. Had a phlebotomist that I wound up getting my blood drawn a bunch who told me I was her best worst patient, she always thought I was about to start fighting, but she made sure to get my paperwork every time I was in.
I’m never sure if asking about someone’s medical status is impolite or not, so I’ll just say I genuinely hope you’re well now, and fuck cancer.
And I’ve been told similar. My doctor always thinks I’m on the verge of passing out. I’m not. I’m just over here silently reciting the Lord’s prayer, or “om Mani padme hum” or whatever I think might distract my brain haha. I never give em a fight, but my brain has to be elsewhere
The blood draw I understand, and what with having cancer for 12 years, you’d think I’d be used to it by now. I’m turned as far away as I can get, tense from head to toe, and on the verge of tears up until the needles back out of me. As soon as it is, I’m fine. Had a phlebotomist that I wound up getting my blood drawn a bunch who told me I was her best worst patient, she always thought I was about to start fighting, but she made sure to get my paperwork every time I was in.
I’m never sure if asking about someone’s medical status is impolite or not, so I’ll just say I genuinely hope you’re well now, and fuck cancer.
And I’ve been told similar. My doctor always thinks I’m on the verge of passing out. I’m not. I’m just over here silently reciting the Lord’s prayer, or “om Mani padme hum” or whatever I think might distract my brain haha. I never give em a fight, but my brain has to be elsewhere