Bright and early this morning, 6am, knock comes on the door and the labs guy comes in to take my blood. I offer up my left arm with the id bracelet, and he says, no, he wants to draw from the right arm. OK. He takes the blood, and I ask what it's for. He gets out his paper and says some abbreviation for things that mean nothing to me. I asked him what they were, and he says they code them like that for confidentiality and he doesn't know. I thought it was strange, cause usually the doctor, nurse and lab guy can, and do all tell me exactly why I'm getting my blood tested. He glances at my id bracelet and heads out the door.
An hour and a half later the docs come in, do their usual line of questioning 'pain?....no.....any more bleeding?.....no.....baby moving?.....yes....contractions?.....no' and I ask them what the blood draw was for, and they look at each other and say they'll have to look into that and tell me why. Exit doctors.
My nurse comes in about 30 minutes after that, just wants to tell me that ultrasound called, and they'll be up to take me to get my ultrasound this morning. I was told it was going to be Friday, but that's cool with me. I start getting ready, when the nurse comes in again and says that ultrasound made a mistake, and it's actually the 21st (the day I was told) and not today that's the aforementioned ultrasound. OK, that's cool with me too. Exit nurse.
This afternoon, my very nice doctor comes in to 'discuss labs' and sits down (this means somethings up). I just had a strep B screening done today, so obviously, I'm preparing to hear that I'm positive. No, it's about the blood draw. He's spent most of the day trying to figure out why exactly I got those labs done. He said it was to measure how the blood was coagulating, which is not a lab they would have ordered for me. Turns out, that ass crack of the morning blood draw was meant for my neighbor. He apologizes for the mix up, and says that he's going to make sure we aren't billed for the mistaken labs. I knew something was up this morning when the dude didn't check my bracelet until AFTER he'd taken my blood, and the doctors hadn't informed me of said blood draw. Hubby and I joked about him making a mistake and frantically rinsing out the vials before going in to the right patient. Little did we know we were on to something! The nurses will wake me up out of a dead sleep to do their 'security checks', which is reading my id number to the nurse on the next shift. Yes, it's still me, I haven't moved or been replaced by another person. But the guy that pokes me with a big needle doesn't think to check to make sure the name of the pokee is the same as the one on his little clipboard. Someone was off their game today, and is probably getting chewed out as I type. Oh well. A little blood lost, but no harm done. At least it wasn't something being administered that I don't need. Teaches me to be strict about who draws blood and ask why and insist on an id check.
53 days in.......53 days to go......eventful way to start the last half!
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