Saturday morning when I got out of work I needed to take Zach for bloodwork. He usually goes about once a year to make sure levels are doing good while he takes his meds. This is nothing new-he's been medicated since he was 3.

So we head to the hospital around 8am. Everyone and their brother is there. Saturday mornings is a popular time for the lab. We check in and I think we must have waited 25-30 minutes. Zach is his usual self sitting there moaning and whining and coming up with these really terrible things about the lab people.

So his name gets called and it happens to be our neighbor that is going to draw his blood. I try to make it easier and say "oh look who it is." In my mind Im saying you better not give me a hard time!!!!!!!" I've told him several times I will stick you but Im not a good shot!

So he tells her no way are you poking me with a needle. I sit in the chair and have him sit on me. He gives the lab girl a hard time and I try and bribe him with a visit to Grampy Cutters. Basically if this doesn't happen you're not going. In the mean time another lab girl comes in to assist.

So I've got a hold on him, she grabs the other arm and he gets his lab draw. In the middle of it he says "I think Im going to barf." I tell them get the barrel. He says it again and I repeat get the barrel. Thinking they don't know the issue we have with self induced vomit. And they are still not getting the barrel so I tell them be prepared if he blows.

So they finish and slap a piece of gauze on him and all of the sudden he feels very lite in my lap. The lab girl looks and she says get his head between his legs. Well Im trying but no one ever moved the arm they put in front you-so I can't move.

It took two of us to get him off me and into the recliner. He was soaking wet-I pulled his sweatshirt off him and laid there gazing at me. I don't think I have ever seen anybody so white in my life! He kept trying to get up and each time he did he was either white or green. They gave us a cold cloth and went in search of oj but had no luck.

So after a few minutes he really wants to go. I was kind of anxious for him I knew he had a big sugary danish out in the car. But I remind him if you fall in between the lab and the car you will end up in the ED. No he says he's fine!

Got in the car and woofed down the danish-got home had a big glass of juice. Still kind of pale through out the day.

So I guess he won't be going into the medical field. He will probably be the crazy lawyer representing the crazy doctors!