Went for yet another set of blood tests. Waited until I felt like going there.
We passed the site of the old hospital which had been a wonderful Victorian edifice. In the few months since I discovered it had closed events moved on apace.
The old hospital is no more. In its place another hospital is being created.
The former was red brick typically Victorian. The latter is springing up like a jack-in-a-box, a steel girder framework,breeze block construction.
One rejoiced in the name
Sir Alfred Jones Memorial Hospital and was a Victorian endowment, a mark of philanthropy.
It's brash up-start newcomer will doubtless have a more utilitarian name, and have cost £££££millions!
Meanwhile a local clinic has taken over part of the role of the defunct hospital.
I arrive 'armed' with a book to pass the time. Took a ticket from the machine and settled back in a chair to wait my turn. Some 20+ numbers later it was my turn.
The room was set out to accommodate 3 people at a time.
Phlebotomy nurses expect to perform using the patient's left arm. But, for me it's the right that 'works' best. Also, I remembered to tell them they need a smaller needle. Yes veins can be seen, but are difficult to skewer.
The nurse was a trainee, and she did a good job. Apart from releasing the tourniquet too soon. But, it turned out to be the right thing to do. Her trainer/supervisor replaced it for her and between them managed to fill three separate vials to be sent for testing.
Okay, so it was painful but most importantly
I've come across plenty of nurses who've treated me like a pin cushion, struggled to find a vein and left me with arms so bruised I had to wear long sleeves for the next 10 days.