1. Remarkable = BAD. I smiled like a doofus when my doctor kept commenting on my "remarkable" ankle and "remarkable results." Turns out he wasn't complimenting my bloated limb. He meant to say, this chick who's been hobbling like an 80 year old with a swollen ankle is screwed.
2. A tap is not a gentle strike on the shoulder. When my doctor suggested an "ankle tap" I still had that goofy smile on my face. He called me brave. No sir, it's pure ignorance. When he left the room my stepfather (a physician himself) explained that the doctor would be making a painful insertion of a needle into my ankle to extract fluid. HUH? Ok, something was definitely lost in translation!
3. You'll just feel a little pinch = it'll hurt like mad for a few seconds but once we've suckered that needle in your vein, there's nothing you can do about it...so go to your happy place as we take upteen vials of blood. I thought of the day Hayes was officially declared my son. I re-lived that moment about 20 times today as the friendly vampires at Proctor bled me dry. I prayed for his birth mom, I prayed for those babies in our son's group that we left behind, and I prayed for my healing. Harder than I ever have in my life!
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