This morning, we had to do a little family health test. It wasn’t a big deal, but three of us need to find out what we’re allergic too – and that takes blood, in case you didn’t know.
I went first. I put on my bravest face and told my toddlers that it was no big deal. But the finger stick kind of hurt…and then I didn’t seem to have much blood – couldn’t tell you why – so I was squeezing and strangling my ring finger trying to fill the four circles on the paper. I bruised the hell out of my finger, but eventually I got the job done.
The Snack Pack went next. He was crying before he started. He didn’t want to get his hands washed, he didn’t want to do any of it. He screamed like the lancet was a jousting pole (sorry, watching The Tudors) or a sword. And then, the blood flowed freely out of his finger, like a beer tap. He announced five minutes later that it still hurt.
The Loaf was the last victim. She told us that she loved to get blood tests while we were washing her hands. She said, “that’s it?” when we pricked her finger. She was fascinated by the blood dripping out and wanted to make sure all of her test circles were filled and perfect. She couldn’t wait for her bandage.
Who are you in this story – today or every day? Do you muscle through and have to work extra hard for results? Are you negative and whiny? Or can you hardly wait to try something new and you’re bringing your sparkling attitude with it?
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Great food for thought, Julie. Wish I could say I’m “all delight, all the time,” but realistically, I’ve fit into every category at one time or another and lately seem to have hit a run of negativity.
One of the cool things about the Loaf’s handling of the situation is her “fake it ’til you make it” approach. While I don’t think it works (or is even authentic) for EVERY situation, it’s surprising how often it *does* work and, perhaps even more importantly, influences others for good, too.
Thanks for the reminder. Just the shot in the arm (er, prick in the finger?) I needed today.
I’m the lab tech, doing the thankless job day in and day out. Sometimes I consider the blood and the donor, but usually not, as it is easier not to associate it with a living, feeling person. It is far easier to simply process the samples and move on.
I’m a little of each, depending on whose idea it was! If it wasn’t mine, I whine first, but eventually become the soldier. If it’s my idea, I’m gung-ho! But then, who isn’t.
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