I found out quickly the Hematology Suite was not a spa.
They called my number. The lab tech had me sit down.
She tied my arm, none too gently, and began taking vial after vial out of my arm. No greeting. No joke. Fifteen vials later, she said, “You’re done.”
At that point I was ready to pass out. I had barely eaten anything for two weeks, so I was at my weakest point since the whole process began. I asked for some juice so that I wouldn’t faint. From her reaction, you’d think I was asking for a gourmet meal that was going to take hours to prepare.