Adventures in Blood-Letting

During my last physical, the bloodwork came back with a high hematocrit, which was a repeat of the previous levels. My doc was only slightly concerned, but he wanted to make sure that there wasn't an underlying cause. He sent me to a blood specialist who wanted me to get a plasma volume/RBC mass screen.

Now, I've given blood many times before. In fact, in the last four months I've donated blood once and had blood drawn at least four other times, so it's no big deal.

Except today it was.

Luis had told me what the procedure was like and so he started taking 20cc of blood from my right arm. He did it from a different vein than normal, but I wasn't worried. And even when my lips got a little tingly, I still wasn't that worried. Just my spidey senses. But I started to feel light-headed and told him "I think I'm going to pass out." He called somebody in from the hallway and the next thing I know there's a nurse asking me how I feel and I'm looking up into a bright ceiling light.

She said I was out for two minutes. I mean OUT out. Gone. She said I wasn't even talking. I woke up in a sweat on a stretcher. Over the course of a minute I could feel my color returning and getting back to normal. Luis said this is fairly normal for guys. I got some yummy apple juice to spruce me back up.

They kept me on the stretcher until the procedure was finished. All the while I kept watching the clock.

10:45
11:00
11:20
Twenty-ish minutes to go.
11:35

Luis does the last thing he needs to do and asks me if I want some more juice. I say yes initially, but since it's 11:40, I tell him no on second thought.

He tells me he'll get a wheel-chair. I ask him if I can try to walk. With the okay, I swing my legs off the stretcher and onto the floor. Not too wobbly. I tell him I think I can walk and so we take off slowly around the corner and a few paces when he reaches for a chair. I tell him I'm fine. All I can think about is that I have a spades game at noon and I'm probably going to be late as it is. I don't need one of the volunteers (all those under 65 need not apply) to wheel me out to the car. He asks me where my car is parked. Near the South Entrance. He tells me that's a long way away. I know, but I'm fine. I'm screaming inside my head "I'VE GOT A SPADES GAME TO GET TO!!!"

I make it out fine and get to work at five after. D$ still hasn't made it yet.

So thankfully I was able to cram 8 hours of work into 5.5 hours.

I told my boss and mentioned that it was a little scary and that I need to get my will taken care of. He groused that he hadn't gotten his will taken care of either. He retold a story of his boss that dropped dead at 44 of a heart attack. He was on his way out to the car to meet his family that was already at their vacation destination. I made a pact with him that we'll get those things taken care of by the end of October.

If you haven't gotten your death stuff taken care of, there's no time like the present.

I'm just glad I didn't have to go the barbershop and let them use leeches. Can you believe they used to do that?