Nursing school has started and this semester it is all about IV's. Yikes. All about poking someone with a needle to find a vein. It is not as easy as it sounds. Shots, no big deal, you are not trying to find something so tiny, you are just poking. IV's are a different ball game.
We had yet to practice IV's when I went to my first clinical this semester. I had an opportunity to try an IV, but was unsuccessful. The PICC team ended up being called in because the sweet little old lady had horrible veins. I was super thrilled that I at least got to stick someone, even if I did not hit a vein.
That brings me to today. I am dying to try to start an IV again. Unfortunately, the floor I am on in the hospital, most people come to us from the ED or ICU so they already have IV's. I am hopeful each time I go that it will in fact be D-Day or maybe I should call it V-Day you know, Vein Day.
With my undying devotion to want to start an IV comes me staring about peoples veins all the time. I look at friends veins, Ken's veins, and now even strangers veins. I was at the gym today and saw this buff man waiting on one of the machines. I thought, oh he is buff and an older guy. When I say older guy, you know, around 50 (just for you Mike!).
After I noticed his muscles, I was quickly drawn to the veins bulging on his arms. I could see every single vein. I was staring and maybe salivating just a bit. I tried to look away, but I just couldn't. I know he saw me staring at him and he probably thought I was checking him out. In fact, I think some other man saw me staring at this guy too. It was that obvious. I debated about telling him I was not staring at him, but at his wonderful veins, but I decided that made me sound creepier than if he thought I wanted his bod.
All I kept thinking was that if only I had an IV kit in the car, I would offer to buy him a protein shake if I could stick him with a needle. Mental note: get IV kit for the car.