#phlebotomist training

[centauriworld01]

Mastering the Art of Phlebotomy: Your Guide to Training, Antecubital Veins, and Free NHS Phlebotomy Training

Phlebotomy is a vital medical skill, bridging the gap between patient care and diagnostics. Whether you’re starting a career in healthcare or looking to expand your clinical expertise, phlebotomist training offers a fulfilling and impactful path. From understanding the anatomy of the antecubital vein to exploring opportunities for free NHS phlebotomy training, this guide equips you with essential knowledge to kickstart your journey.

[delicatetheoristpenguin]

What are the skills required to become a phlebotomist - Guide to NHS Phlebotomist training.

To become a phlebotomist in the NHS of the UK and USA is to get NHS Phlebotomist training. Getting professional training will make your skills as Phlebotomist and opens up major opportunities.

[five-by-five]

had my blood drawn for T baseline on tuesday (yay!) but the nurse drawing my blood blew my vein so bad im black and blue bicep to forearm. how the Fuck do u manage that

[fantaledfish]

Went into the Pathologic tag at bedtime as one does but Tumblr search fucked up really bad so I saw every recently made post with the word "pathologic" or "pathology" and blocked at least 5 posts advertising phlebotomist training before I just reloaded the search

[userkatekanearchived]

it also means i'll learn how to take blood which means i'll be trusted to stab people in the arm can you believe it

[fxggotclown]

we had a huddle at work which always starts w giving recognition and i had three ppl give me recognition . and frankly if at least one person hadn't given me recognition i probably would've lost it bc last weekend was so fucking terrible and i have been working my ass off for this stupid fucking store !!!!!!

[mysticalsadgirl]

Nastylot mid twenties canon divergent fic in the works tbh

[fred-erick-frankenstein]

[ID: a screenshot of a tag: i bet op would die if you stabbed them in the heart with a wooden stake too. /end ID].

three fun and sexy facts about me: 1.) i have a slight fructose intolerance which manifests itself mostly in me getting violently ill whenever i eat garlic. 2.) i have “delayed phased sleep disorder” aka my body wants to sleep during the day and stay up at night. 3. i am extremely sensitive to sunlight and cannot be in direct sunlight for more than like five minutes without getting burned or overheated.

[cambridgeinstitute]

Enroll in a Leading Home Health Aide Training Institute

If you want to start your career as a HHA, you can consider enrolling in a renowned Home Health Aide Training Institute. At Cambridge Business Institute, we offer high-quality HHA training at competitive pricing. We provide classroom teachings and internship opportunities to help students learn the required skills.

[lead-academy]

Online Phlebotomy Training: Master the Art of Blood Collection

Are you interested in becoming a phlebotomist? Our online training course provides access to a comprehensive library of over 450 courses available to all staff members. Our engaging learning materials are compatible with all major browsers and devices, and our courses range from 10-minute micro-learning video lessons to 40-hour full courses. The CPD approved learning material ensures you receive high-quality education, and new course material is regularly added to keep you up-to-date with the latest knowledge and practices. Our 24-hour customer support and dedicated account managers are available to assist you throughout your learning journey. Enroll in our online phlebotomy training course today and start your rewarding career in healthcare.Here is the course link:https://lead-academy.org/course/phlebotomist-training

[centauriworld01]

A Guide to Becoming a Phlebotomist in the UK: Training, Key Skills, and Understanding the Anticubital Fossa

In the ever-growing healthcare sector, phlebotomy stands out as a crucial profession that ensures accurate diagnostic testing and patient care. If you’ve ever considered a career as a phlebotomist in the UK, this guide will walk you through phlebotomist training, how to become a phlebotomist, and the significance of the anticubital fossa in blood collection. Let’s dive in.

[slowtovvn]

I looooove donating blood. I feel so purposeful <3

[roshni99]

The labs, clinics and hospitals in the healthcare ecosystem are finding difficulty to bridge the last mile delivery gap.

We at RaphaCure, are happy to bridge the gap by providing qualified, trained and experienced Phlebotomist both for temporary and permanent staffing.

We are thus a One Stop Health and Wellness Provider for individuals, corporate and other health providers.

Check out at wellness@raphacure.com / visit www.raphacure.com / Dial +91 95551 66000 to know more

[nursingassistantsrock]

Shortage of Butterfly Needle Gauge Across the U.S. Has Been Affecting Laboratories

A butterfly needle, a winged infusion or scalp vein set, is a tiny needle designed for venipuncture. The needle has a small diameter attached to a thin, flexible tube designed to easily access veins to draw blood or administer IV medications and fluids. The needle owes its name because its plastic flaps on either side give it a winged appearance. A butterfly needle is known for being thin,…

[galariangengar]

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[skeltnwrites]

Summary: You are there for Steve when he has to face his fear of needles. | 1.1k

TW: needles, medical anxiety, panic attacks, bf steve

A/N: this is based on true events 🥲 also you cannot convince me he doesn't have anxiety about this after rewatching that scene where he is literally stabbed in the neck with a needle

This is the first time Steve’s ever let you drive his car. Not because he doesn’t trust you with it but because he’s happy to be your chauffeur for as long as you let him. He’s always one to refuse when you offer, to grab the keys before you even think about it. He’s a gentleman at heart, even if part of him just likes to drive. But today is different. 

Steve’s practically buzzing in the passenger seat, snapping his foot against the floor mat like a rubberband and tapping his fingers where they are crossed over his arm. And he’s silent, which is weird because he’s always been the type of nervous to not be able to shut up. 

You wrap a hand around his knee, thumb caressing denim. He doesn’t acknowledge it like he normally would, gaze trained on the windshield. His eyes are glazed over like he’s somewhere else entirely. You have to call his name twice before he hums. 

“Wanna get ice cream after?” 

You barely catch his nod.

You’re grasping for anything to get him out of his head but he refuses to talk to you regardless of topic. He’s been more obliging during arguments. 

It’s not surprising that he’s anxious today, you expected it. He’s always been hesitant about doctors and only goes if he absolutely has to. But lately, this hesitation has transformed more into refusal, regardless of reason. This appointment specifically, a checkup and routine bloodwork, has been an ongoing battle with Steve for months. After his dad had a health scare, it was recommended Steve be seen to rule out anything preemptively. You’d given Steve every opportunity to schedule it himself like he claimed he would, but weeks turned into months of procrastination so you eventually phoned the doctor's office. 

Steve stalls in the parking lot. You’d turned the car off nearly ten minutes ago but he’s had to fix his hair twice, retie his shoes, and he even pretended to search for something in the glove box. You’ve been patient, but with only two minutes left until his appointment, you circle around to his side, gently guiding him out of the car. Before he can protest or claim he forgot something, you quickly lock the door behind him.

“Name?” The middle-aged woman at the front desk asks. 

“Steve,” his voice shakes so he clears his throat.  

She pops the wad of gum she was blowing, bemused at your boyfriend. “Steve…?” 

“Yeah,” he agrees.

You swipe a hand across his back, finishing, “Harrington. Steven Harrington.” 

She turns to her computer and begins typing lazily. 

“Oh,” he nods. 

She hands him a clipboard and pen, “Fill this out.”

You lean over the arm of his chair as he writes. His hands tremble around the pen and he stops to scribble out where he wrote his birthday incorrectly. You offer to do it for him but he declines. 

“Steven?” A nurse calls from the other side of the room where she’s propped a door open with her foot. You’re thankful for the short wait so Steve didn’t torture himself for long in the lobby. 

Steve doesn’t move so you squeeze the hand you’re holding, “Ready?”

He neglects to answer you but stands. You release his hand, collecting the clipboard and your things. Steve turns around, frowning and wide-eyed. “Are you coming?” 

“Yeah, baby. Do you want me to?”

He nods as you pass him his papers.

The nurse guides you down the hall, obtaining Steve’s height and weight before reaching a small room smelling of antiseptics. She takes his blood pressure, listens to his heartbeat, and jots down notes on the clipboard throughout. Steve’s breathing shallowly and staring at the floor as she works, focused on holding it together. 

When she leaves to grab the phlebotomist, Steve lets out a staggered exhale and whispers, “I really hate this.” His eyes join yours for the first time that morning, all warm and honeyed. 

You climb onto the paper sheet beside him, sealing his palm between both of yours. “I know, babe. You’re doing so good. Almost done.” 

He cranes over until his forehead meets your neck, eyelashes tickling your skin. You lean into him, planting a kiss on the nearest strip of skin. 

There’s a knock before the door swings open. A new face in the same scrubs. This one is all smiles, however, and chatting up a storm before she even sets her things down. 

Steve sprawls up slowly, eyeing the woman’s caddy as she rambles. 

She familiarizes herself with his chart before getting to work– washing her hands, ripping open the needle packaging, brushing a disinfectant wipe across his skin. It's all happening so fast. Steve’s breath picks up and his eyes dart away to the bland wall beside him. The nurse notices but doesn’t address his fear. She instead tries to distract him, asking him about how you guys met. 

A few words will find his tongue before he’s cut off by a series of gasps. He’s trying so hard to speak but his thoughts keep spilling out in a scrambled mess and that terrifies him even more. It terrifies you too– you’ve never seen him so scared. 

Steve gets a glimpse of the long needle near his arm and flinches away from her fingers. You’re pressing his face into the slope of your neck with your free hand because he keeps trying to watch what she’s doing.

“I need you to stay still, okay, hun? I’ll be so quick, I promise,” the nurse encourages. 

But as soon as her grip on his arm tightens, locking it against the table, he’s losing it. Fat tears are dribbling down his red cheeks and falling onto his lap where you’re clutching his hand. His chest convulses with shallow, uneven breaths, his muscles tensing under the strain of trying to keep his arm still. The needle slides in, and for a moment, his whole body stiffens, but she successfully finds the vein with a single poke and starts draining the blood into a vial.

Gradually, his breath starts to even out as he realizes the worst is behind him. Your fingers weave through his hairline and soothing words are whispered into his skin. A few final hiccups escape into your tear-stained collar.

“All done,” she’s patching him up with a cotton pad and tape and even you’re surprised at how quick it was. 

Steve tilts in your embrace to see the damage, unleashing a shuddered sigh. The nurse smiles at him and he offers a wobbly one back. 

Over a bowl of his favorite ice cream, he hesitantly opens up about his fear, recounting his traumatic experience with a Russian doctor. His words are thick with the weight of the painful memory and anxiety lingers through the tremble in his voice. No matter how many questions you have or how much you wish you could take away the experience, you know the best thing you can do is listen and praise him for his bravery.