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Medical appointments are usually pretty boring (except for getting poked or probed, or otherwise physically abused
), but this morning was different. I was just there for a followup to discuss the results of a fasting blood test, and while a nurse was taking my pulse, she suddenly looked concerned, quickly wrote down a number on her form, told me she'd be back in a few seconds, and quickly left. I got up to see what she had written down, and it was "44" Sure enough, in a few seconds she was back, with one of those oxygenation meters that clips onto the end of a finger, and she didn't waste any time clipping it onto one of my fingers. You should have seen the look of relief on her face, when it showed 98 % oxygenation, and a normal heart rate.
But before I left, the nurses had the last laugh. My PCP requested another blood test that he had forgotten to include with the first go-round, and when I stopped at the lab, naturally the nurse couldn't find a vein.
She poked and probed in my arm for probably somewhere around 8 to 10 minutes, before finally giving up and going to get her supervisor, who only took a few seconds to hit a gusher in the other arm. Obviously, practice makes perfect. 
Or maybe they just ganged up on me to get even with me for giving the other nurse a scare
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