I just looked at my January blog post and whoa! I totally forgot all about that! I reread it and winced when I saw what I wrote, especially the part where I said that I will post two times a week. Okay, I didn't do anything on that list. I did lose about 4 pounds but I didn't exercise. I didn't get creative for 30 minutes a day, 5 days a week. I am reading before I go to bed almost nightly. I usually conk out after 2 or 3 pages but it's reading and it's a book! We didn't get an exercise bike yet and that's our fault. But I did go out of my comfort zone.
This February, I decided to take a phlebotomy class at BOCES. I always wanted to work in health care. I wanted to be a doctor when I went to college. I realized that I wasn't that great a student once I saw those pre-meds in my bio classes. But I always loved science. I am the team teacher in science at my school. I love it and I think getting back into it led me down this path. I wanted to work in a lab but you need to get a whole new bachelor's degree for that and I don't want to do that. So how about sticking a needle in someone's arm and drawing blood? Why not?
I must admit that the idea of drawing blood scared me. I wanted to bolt out of that classroom during the first class but I didn't. The book learning part isn't hard. It's easy and interesting but once we started actually drawing blood...I was drawn in. I couldn't believe that I actually did it on real person! I didn't get queasy or scared. I felt for the vein, stuck the needle in, attached the evacuated tube and there she went! I was hooked.
My plan is to try to work over the summer as a phlebotomist hopefully at a hospital. I would like to do it part-time and then transition into it as I get closer and closer to retiring from teaching. I think I could rock some scrubs and some Crocs!
So the big question is: what's with me and needles?