today was my first time taking blood in clinic, i always had this habit of saying sorry to patients when i poked the needle, it came out the other end. so today i thought let's practice being professional, instead of saying sorry, i made sure i did the correct thing, even when it didnt work out well, i would say "i would try".

the first patient was amazingly cooperative, and very calm, it made me less nervous, so when i kept inspecting one arm to another to look for a very obvious pokeable vein, and had finally withdrawn blood, which in between i stole so much of his minutes,he still smiled so politely at me though he said at the end with big smiles, "finally".

and the second patient was rather funny who kept inspecting my hands instead and had commented that how could someone own a nice (i added in, from the way she looked at my hands) and small with tiny fingers? with a nice compliments from her, she got 3 pokes with 2 failures in return (and i feel horrible for that), yet before she left, she held my hands and said" it's okay, coz you have tiny hands"

just when i started to count my luckiness, and curi curi laughed while waiting for the next patient, the third patient came in, slim so i thought must be easy case,and when i was about to steal a few seconds counting my blessing, the third patient appeared very scared, and all uptight.

i had the 2nd thought. let's do it anyway. so i poked, and she was so rigid, then i didnt withdraw any blood, and i could see horror in her eyes. and i freaked out, and end up getting help from the MA.

and i remember those patients i poked today, they too, sacrificed their veins for me to learn. i am thankful for that, ind!eed.

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