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3May/100

Two days notice, that’s nice!

Nowadays I realize that little is needed to stress me out completely, and today is another one of those days. See, they called me from St. Olavs Hospital to let me know that they had set up an appointment for my annual check-up on Wednesday, April 5th. First of all, my last check-up was in December 2008 which doesn't really make it annual, and second of all.. May 5th? That's two days from today, for crying out loud! The woman was nice enough, explaining that they had been so busy they hadn't had the time to call me before, but seriously, what person can just let go of everything and say yes to come stay the night at the hospital with two days of notice? I know I can't.

And again with the blood tests. I mean, they have my medical records from years and years back, and they know I become vile as soon as they start talking about those damned blood tests. Nonetheless they have to try. Every single time. And every single time I end up feeling like a baby because I stand my ground, saying no to the tests. I mean, if I'm near death I'll agree to the bloody tests - no pun intended - but until then they better leave me alone. I can't take anyone poking around in my arm with a needle, when I know that it's almost impossible to find a usable artery. And when I also know that they have another apparatus which does the very same thing, not involving any needles or even blood, I really don't understand why it's so difficult to bring out the machine at once, without having to argue about it first. Why do they have to stress me out with all this blood test nonsense? And all of this is because on a near 100 year old shivering doctor and his inept nurse, one time at Rikshospitalet many years ago. If it hadn't been for those two I wouldn't be scared senseless, cramping up every time I see something resembling a needle which sole purpose is to draw blood. I can't take it.

So I tried to stay calm, even though my heart was hammering inside of my chest, explaining to the woman on the phone that it wasn't going to happen. The blood test, I mean. And I told her as truth is, there's no way I'm able to make arrangements to meet the appointment this forthcoming Wednesday. It took me several hours to calm down, I'm not kidding. At least she told me that they have the apparatus needed for measuring my blood levels of O2 and CO2 without the torture.

The whole thing ended with.. absolutely nothing. She said she'd talk to the doctor and call me back some other time to reschedule. Thankfully, I worked myself up for nothing, but I can't help it - the thought of going to the hospital freaks me out, even if it's just the annual check-up.

Talk about screwing up my entire day! Pissed Off

Posted by Shamini on May 3, 2010 – 8:26 PM

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  1. Synes synd på deg Shamini! At folk ikke kan respektere andre er helt idiotisk. Helse-norge er vel ikke akkurat noe å skryte av.
    *klemme*

  2. Aww. Kjenner følelsen alt for godt. Jeg -hater- sykehus jeg også. Har sett innsiden av alt for mange av dem :s
    *klemme*

  3. Kjipern, håper det ordner seg…

  4. Må egentlig innrømme å si at jeg hater Tann-leger mer. Tihi.


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