I had a traumatic experience donating plasma on Friday (Yes.. I am a sick individual who sells body fluids...). Ever since I had the swine flu (I waited a couple of weeks before I donated again), they've had trouble finding my used-to-be-very-dominant vein. Friday was no exception. The phleb person was sticking me and he called someone over and they were talking about some H word... but then he said it was probably ok.... even though my arm was hurting super bad. So, he came back over only after a minute, and pulled out the needle because the blood was escaping into my arm. So, he moved to the other arm, stuck me... and dug the needle around trying to find a vein. At this point I wanted to scream and run away. He pulled it out and said I was done for the day... Hallelujah! I came home and started bawling to Jed. It was really scary... and I don't want to go back. ever. until my vein reappears at least.
Check out this scary Hematoma!
The pictures don't even give it justice. Sick.