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I'm Laura. I am female, 31, a gamer, a bookworm, a knitter, a spinner, a tatter, pierced, tattooed, musical, vehemently geeky and occasionally ineptly artistic.

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Posted at 10 Nov 2008 03:59:03 PM

Day 6 of my left arm being taken over by a hematoma. I realize that I didn't exactly mention days 1 through 5 - they were lost in a haze of "Wait, wtf?", "There is no way in hell that I am typing today" and "I forgot again."

Long story short: after giving blood on Wednesday, the nurse tied the gauze pad to my arm with plastic "tape" in the classic above-and-below-the-elbow figure-8 technique. But she tied the top part just a wee bit too tight - and I didn't notice it 'til I got home after knitting class. By the time I peeled the tape off, there was a rather gigantic bulge in my arm right above where the tape was, it didn't go away, and it hurt like a motherf*cker.

Should I have noticed at some point during the day? Probably. In my defense, they'd dug around in my arm for a good 20 minutes, trying to actually find the vein. Also, I was wearing a long-sleeved sweater. I wasn't really in a position to differentiate between "pain" and "more pain" - I just figured it hurt because they'd torn up the inside of my vein.

Live and learn.

So after 24 hours of my arm having a golfball-sized bulge and crying in the car from the pain (ya'll? I do not cry in public), I broke down and headed to the doctor's after work on Thursday. Diagnosis: hematoma. Prognosis: It's going to hurt like someone took wire shears to your arm muscles. Here, have some Tramadol! Also, as the blood drains out it'll probably look like you got your arm caught in a shredder.

So here we are today. I've learned that I dislike narcotics rather intensely, that the muscles above and below my elbow STILL hurt if I move too quickly or do tricky things like turn my palm upwards, and that after the past 2 bad experiences I'm banned from giving blood again By Order of the Husband.

Not that I disagree... the Red Cross seems to have missed the "do no harm" part of the Hippocratic Oath, and I'm rather annoyed at them. Red Cross? Let me know when you actually train your phlebotomists, and then I'll be back.

(Also, we have a new cat. She is solid black, 6 months old and her name, for the present at least, is Endora. Mollie is Not Amused.)