I told you the other day I was going to drag you along with me through this entire process of getting my Bariatric Surgery. The good. The bad. And the gross! Yesterday I went for my first round of blood work. It’s a typical CBC (Complete Blood Count) work up, along with testing my thyroid (which was done 3 times this year) and my hormone levels amongst other things.
I had an appointment at my local LabCorp for 12:30. I arrived at 12:15 to a packed waiting room- some people with appointments and others without. I filled out my name and info and sat and waited. A man sat next to me and we began discussing whether or not we thought we would actually be called at our appointment times.
At 12:45 I asked the receptionist if I would be out in 15 minutes because I had another appointment for The Get Fit Big Guy, literally half a block away. Maybe buildings down. She assured me I would be. She called me moments later and I sat while she entered my blood work into the computer. I nonchalantly glared down at my watch. 12:52.
She finished everything at about 12:53. No Joke!! When you’re time crunching, you watch your watch like it’s your business! I asked her if I could leave a urine sample now, and she said sure. I went and did my business and came out with my cup.
There was one woman working there taking blood, and the current patient had 1,2, or 3 children. All the whining and crying made it hard for me to tell from behind a curtain. Knowing that this is never going to get accomplished in 5 minutes, I called The Big Guy’s appointment and said I’d be late, however, was informed that being late might mean I would be bumped from my appointment.
I told the receptionist at LabCorp, “I gotta leave. Take this sample (a.k.a. my pee) and I’ll be back later”.
I get to The Get Fit Big Guy’s appointment at exactly 1:00, only to be sitting there for an hour, due to a confusion in the office. Excellent! We finally had our appointment and at 2:45 we left.
I then drove the 5 buildings down to LabCorp and arrived at exactly 2:47. I went right in for my blood work, while The Big Guy sat in the waiting room.
I bet you think the blood work was almost finished. WRONG!
As I sat there, I waited in the chair for another 10 minutes while they made corrections to the paperwork that was entered for my tests. I kinda figured there was going to be an issue. The prescription was like six pages long with four different types of tests on each. So I continued to wait.
While waiting a technician came in and said, “Oh you’re getting Bariatric Surgery! Welcome!” And she extended her hand to me. Apparently, I am realizing there are more and more people that have gotten this done, and somehow everyone forms an alliance and becomes part of a family. She gave me her story- which as most previous patients’ stories are remarkable and wished me good luck.
Just as I was about to be pricked, The Big Guy walked in and I let out a huge sigh of relief. See, I get a bit weak when it comes to blood. I’ve had my fair share of bloody stories, so even basic blood work gets me antsy. He told me he was wondering where I was, so he came looking for me. I was glad he came back there to take my mind off of the work, and to support me while I snapped a picture of what he called “really dark red blood”.
Together we left at a little after 3:00. From the back door. Since they closed for the day at 3pm and we had just made it in time.
Overall, I think this process could have gone smoother, though there really isn’t any anticipation for how busy the waiting room will be. Even when things are planned out, there are going to be bumps in the road.
I guess I just need to change my mindset.