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There are times when I have had to get a blood draw for a test, and usually the phlebotomist does a fairly painless job and my remark to them is “You are very good.” A few times they hurt me somewhat, and I am polite enough to just keep quiet, because soon it will be over.
Today was a new day, and the nurse gave me a gown to change into and a mesh hair net as they prepared me for my cataract surgery.
The first nurse said, “Here you go up and into this chair and we will put a warm blanket over you.”
The second nurse placed a blood pressure cup around my left arm and a clamp on my right finger to keep my pulse and blood pressure checked.
The first nurse began to ask me questions. “What is your first and last name? What is your date of birth?”
I gave her the correct answers then she said, “Are you in pain?” I answered “No.
Then she asked “Why are you here?” again I answered “Right eye surgery.”
Again she asked, “Are you in pain?” And I said, “No.”
About that time, the second nurse brought over tubes and a needle to hook up the IV.
She took my left hand and proceeded to find a vein on the back of my hand. She must have gone completely through the vein and into the flesh because - - - I can’t remember ever being in so much pain.
Immediately I told the first nurse, “You asked me if I was in pain, and YES I am in pain. She appeared shocked as she looked up at me, and I rolled my eyes to the left, and nodded my head toward the second nurse, who was applying pressure to stop the blood.
Almost in the same sentence I continued with the Un-Christ-like, rude words—
“AND SHE IS NOT VERY GOOD.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized I had said the wrong thing. That poor nurse was trying her best, and I could have phrased it a bit differently, but the damage was done. No one likes to be told they are not good at what they do.
The nurse doing the IV mumbled something about being sorry as she was having trouble, and I managed to say, “I forgive you,”
When she tried the other arm with the IV she did fine... Later I realized I had not told her this time she did good. It was a stressful day for me and for the nurses.
My surgery went well, and I am home and following the care directions that I was given.
God was good to answer prayers and I am believing for a speedy recovery.
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