my own phlebotomy experience
You may recall that I mentioned having come up as a potential match for someone who needs a bone marrow transplant. Last week, I had blood drawn for further testing to determine how close a match I might be (and to verify that I don't have any blood-borne infectious diseases).
I lucked out and ended up with a terrific phlebotomist. After pronouncing that my veins were tiny,* she declared that she likes a challenge and proceeded to hit the vein on the first try.
And when she was done, she dressed my arm using neon pink vet wrap, just like Izzy's!
Here, as proof: this very strange photo.**
Now I'll wait for up to two months to hear if I'm indeed the best match. I'm okay either way. If it turns out that I'm chosen as the donor, I'll be happy to help. If not, it's been interesting to learn more about this process. No matter what, I'll send a prayer out that all will go well for the patient.
*I'd rather have tiny thighs.
**I should have been able to realize this without having to actually try it, but taking an attractive photo of one's own arm is impossible.