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Poor DH
Ok guys so here is a little funny/sad story......
I went in on Monday for my karyotype blood work. I went to the hospital that my OB works out of because I trust them so much more then any hospital or lab in my town (it's sad but true). Because this isn't a test they do often they had to call a reference lab to see what vials to use, how many, the whole nine yards. For me it was three light green topped tubes and they had to be filled completely. DH went in this morning on his way home from work, same lab, same hospital. Well again they had to call because it was a different guy on duty then when I went in (big difference between 5 p.m. and 1:30 a.m.) and he got a different order. They took NINE vials out of my husband this morning, 9! They were only able to get 5 vials out of one arm and then had to move to the other side. So he comes home from work this morning with both elbows banded and looking at me like I'm in trouble. Granted we had decided this weekend that we weren't going to do the test only for me to have a break down on Monday and wanting the test to maybe have closure. To add insult to injury the hospital has called and left 3 messages on our answering machine tonight. I called back about 15 minutes ago (I was at bible study so I wasn't here to take the calls) and they reached my husband at work. I asked what the problem was and it turns out they used the wrong green top tubes with my husband so he has to go back in the morning when he gets off work and give them three more vials of blood!
Now for me this is funny because I gave myself all my injections and had blood work done every other day for the last month. He'd joke with my nurse that he had much better veins so he'd do it for me if he could but was glad that he didn't have to. Well now he's giving all the blood and more! Gotta love it.
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