From Spectator to Syringe: My First Blood Draw Experience in Med Lab Science
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My first blood draw in med lab science—panic, tears, and growth. From spectator to syringe, here’s my unforgettable haematology practical experience.
The Practical That Changed Everything
So guys, on the third of December 2025, I had a haematology practical and we were asked to draw blood.
I mean yes, when I entered 300 level, we:
Held rats
Did gram staining
…butttttttt I was just the recorder or the timer.
But on this very day, we were all given syringes and EDTA bottles and were asked to pick a partner and draw each other’s blood.
People of God, I went from a spectator to a recorder to a timer to a med lab student.
Facing My Fear
Now mind you, I’ve never drawn blood. So we were taught how to…
I settled down and chose my partner and there and there my mind exploded because I realized I could kill my partner.
One wrong move and I could inject an artery
One wrong move and I could inject a nerve
Millions of thoughts ran through my head
And I kid you not, I almost had a panic attack.
Anyways, my friends encouraged me and I chose to believe in myself thereafter.
I injected the syringe into her vein to draw out blood, but my village people were working overtime, because the only vein I could see and locate was at her right hand and I could not find any blood.
I tried the second hand and I injected the syringe into her skin (guys I don’t know how it happened because I swear it was a vein I located).
On the third time, with tears in my eyes and a shaky hand, I tried again and still no blood (it was a vein if you’re wondering).
When this happened, I burst into tears and started questioning myself.
I made up my mind to go to law school (no need for a syringe)
But the thought left as soon as it came because niggas, ain’t no way I’m going back to secondary school anyway
While crying, my friends spoke to me and I regained confidence—but I did not go again to draw out blood.
I mean, there’s always a next time.
The Village People Strike Again
Now these passed, but guess who stayed?
No guys, you guessed wrong. It was my village people, and they came again during the next process:
My slide broke
My capillary tube was stolen
I redid my film more than fifteen times (I’m not even kidding)
And after I came back to the hostel, I realized that I was now a student, and sadly this will be my future—except I’ll get better at it.
I shall now stop as I figure out how to report the practical.
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