||[Sep. 9th, 2007|04:19 pm]
Kelly J. Cooper
There's a bruise in the crook of my arm. It's green with purple dots. It aches. It was given to me by a phlebotomist who doesn't like to use butterfly needles.
I'm pretty sure he gave me this bruise on purpose, to teach me a lesson about requesting a butterfly. It didn't work. I'll ask for a butterfly next time. And the time after that, and after that, until they come up with something even better.
And if I ever see one of those signs that tells patients not to ask for particular needles because the technician knows best? I'm gonna rip it down.
No matter how cranky it makes other people, I will no longer compromise my health care just to get along with impatient and ignorant strangers.