Date: 10/31/2016
By himani
I was at some place..which cannot be exactly defined as a laboratory or as a hospital or a clinic. I was there for a blood test with my family. the doc or d tester gave the small needle to Mem and asked her to just prick me on my arm. And she did...multiple times. but not much blood came out. then that tester poked me....and he also couldn't get any significant amount of blood. then he told me that he's gotta cut me through. I was scared... thoroughly!! Some people..including mem held me while he made a huge cut on my shoulder...like actually pulled my skin apart and took a small piece of my skin...drenched in blood for testing. I was breathing heavily...almost crying when that whole thing ended. but the cut that he made, though deep, pulled itself back together. I wasn't bleeding or in pain. it was psychological. so after sometime that tester came back and gave a piece of paper to my father. those were the results of my blood test. he gave him some bad news too. I could tell it was a bad news. then my father showed me the paper. my hb was around 9-10. and there was some black stuff found in my blood that was too much. in the diagnosis ,it was written that if I have exhausted my ability to eat junk food. now if I did, i'd probably die. Lol !!