On May 15th, I have an appointment in the hemophilia clinic for my “final visit before transfer”. I’ve mentioned earlier about my move from Sick Kids to an adult hospital, and how I’m nervous about it. I think at this present moment I’m more nervous about my blood clinic visit.

You see, the blood clinic at Sick Kids has always been, well, eager for my blood. It seemed like every time I had sugery, they’d be up visiting me every day trying to poke holes in my fingers and draw blood. I’m a veteran when it comes to blood work, but I still flat out refuse to have what they called “finger pricks”. My fingers are small, the needles are huge. I’d much rather them take blood from a different location, like my arm. Your fingers are more sensitive then your arm, and they bleed more. I don’t like blood very much, who does? I always felt sick when I watched the huge needle suck away blood and fill up the containers – which weren’t very small.

I know that blood work is very important after surgery; they need to do it to ensure that you didn’t loose to much blood and that your white blood cell count is still good and all that jazz, but I hated how they were always so eager. They would come in with huge smiles practically drooling and stare at my vains as if they were seeing a meal they’d like very much to eat…

 Ok, maybe I’m over reacting a bit here…but I can’t help it. The blood clinic has and probably always will creep me out. I’m hoping the blood clinic at the “adult” hospital won’t be so creepy and take my blood so eagerly.

I don’t think I will ever forget that “major” surgery I had on my hip; I lost a lot of blood and the blood clinic was in ever day practically begging me to take the blood transfusion they offered. The first time they were so excited, but they got really desperate after my parents firmly said no. That small percentage of a risk is too great for them, especially considering I wow the doctors with the things that happen to me – like that time they froze what they thought was my whole arm so I wouldn’t ache so much afterwards but the freezing completely skipped my shoulder where the majority of the surgery was and completely froze my hand, which only had a minor surgery. Talk about fun times.

Anyway, it turns out that I was able to solve that problem with Iron pills alone; so a transfusion was definitely not needed, and thankfully never received.

Clearly, you can tell that I’m ever so excited about this visit.