Walked into the Raffles clinic today at 112 Katong to see if someone could take my blood. This was after my other appointment called and said there were running an hr and a half late so I cancelled that appt and decided randomly to see if the clinic could take it. A doc named Wenky or Wanky saw me. He seemed too nervous and young to really know anything medicinal. He had a weird vest over his doctors coat and a bvlgari ring on his finger - obviously his wife picked out the ring but not his vest. He seemed to know where the forms were and how to fill then out. Tried to make chit chat with his buck teeth and twitchy eye. I was very glad that a lovely nurse took my blood instead of the doc. She used a proper bandaid to cover the wound instead of the dodgy cotton ball with tape over it like they do in Sydney.
My last needle prick for hopefully a long time. Same drill everywhere. Arm over pillow. Velcro band over your upper arm. Stress ball in hand. When she asked if I had trouble with blood being taken and if I would faint, I laughed inside. I'm a pro at this! Give me a nice, sharp cold needle any day and I'll take it without batting an eye.
This clinic will get the results back in five days. I emailed Genea to say I had my period and would send the test results to them. They thanked me, said they were sorry it hadn't worked, reminded me I could contact them if I needed for counseling or whatever help they could give (code for 'hey, how bout you let us know when you want to spend more money with us...).
Walked out the clinic door and back to reality, free from this torturous situation of waiting, hoping and wondering. And it feels good. Really good.
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