The needle wasn’t even the worst part

Thanks for the blog post ideas!  If you think of anything else, feel free to throw it out there.  A few of you said I should write about my daily life.  So here’s a little tidbit from yesterday.

I had to get some blood drawn.  The blood drawing part was pretty uneventful.  But before we got to that the technician had to verify my identity.  Instead of asking to see my ID she asked what my last name was.

I paused.  I’ve been married for almost two years now.  You would think that I would have adjusted to Jason’s last name.  But for whatever reason my maiden name bubbled to the surface.  Followed by a little voice that said, “Wait a second…that’s not quite right.”  After what felt like too long I guessed the correct name.  Phew.

Except for then she asked me how old I was.  This is something I routinely struggle to remember.  Couple that with a recent birthday, and I was at a loss for words.  I sat there for what seemed like an eternity before finally blurting out in triumph, “29!!!”  It took me so long, in fact, that then I felt like I needed to explain myself.  “I just had a birthday!!!”  Only I’m pretty sure the whole thing came out sounding more like a desperate plea for attention.

So that was kind of embarassing.


4 thoughts on “The needle wasn’t even the worst part

  1. Haha! You should see me when I have to have a blood drawing done! I hyperventilate, my heart rate goes up, THAT is embarrassing. I’ve seen 5 year olds being more mature than me. Plus, I think that 29 is a pretty good age and deserves all the attention it can get! 🙂

  2. The other day, while ordering something online I typed “Gustavson” as my last name. I guess 20-some years of the same thing tends to stick in our head for a while!

  3. I’ve been married for 5 years now, but sometimes at church people will refer to me as “Gustavson” (many of them have known me for YEARS) and I don’t always notice.

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