A Tale of Woe From a Human Pin Cushion
“Don’t worry. This will feel like a pinch.”
Sitting in the sterile room with a tourniquet wrapped tightly around my arm, I stared intently at the legion of vials awaiting filling.
The pinch did not feel like a pinch; it was more like a bee sting. As the lab tech liberated my arm from its captor tourniquet, I felt the sweet release from its unyielding grip and watched my blood flow freely into the vials.
I don’t think they have a lab test for being awesome, but I would certainly test positive for that! I laughed aloud, forgetting I wasn’t alone in the room. My thoughts crept back to why I was there in the first place: to find out what was wrong with me. Little did I know, that would be the first of numerous times in my journey toward a scleroderma diagnosis that I would ponder that same question while a needle dangled from my arm.
The tech exchanged vial after vial after vial — 13 exchanges later, I was done. I asked if they had a cookie and a soft drink because I’d previously gotten delicious treats after donating blood. Wasn’t that what I just did? Gave them all my blood? Sadly, the request went unfulfilled, so I gathered my belongings and walked to my car, feeling a tad lighter and dizzier.
No one seemed to know what was wrong with me. With the appearance of each new super confusing symptom, different specialty doctors traded me. They fervently thirsted for my blood. My primary care physician asked for bloodwork, then a dermatologist, then a rheumatologist, then a cardiologist, then a gastroenterologist, then an orthopedic surgeon, and so on.
With every new appointment and fresh blood draw, my physicians scratched their heads more frantically. The good news for them was they were not alone in their confusion. Lost in the mystery, there was only one path forward … say it with me, order more bloodwork.
As a young child, I had dreams of becoming a movie star, an author, an astronaut, even a princess. In that blood draw chair, I had finally found my new life calling: I’m a human pin cushion.
Join me on every month’s second and fourth Monday as I explore my scleroderma diagnosis in my column, “Chronically Me.”
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