My Life...
Just gets better and better.
Last week, I had bloodwork done. Apparently the doctor checked off so many tests on the stupid form, that they had to print out 2 orders for me to take back to the lab, with approximately 2 feet of stickers for all the vials they would need to label.
You know it's bad when the phlebotomists (yes, it's a real word!), a.k.a. blood sucker ladies:
1) tell you to sit in Chair #1, then decide they wish they hadn't told you that once they look at your orders on the 2 sheets.
2) think about playing a practical joke on you by taking out more empty vials than actually needed, but then decide against it when my eyes get real big after she takes out the 8th or so LARGE size vial that they really do need. And then proceed to tell me how they were going to play the joke on me, but decided against it. Yeah, thanks for that.
and,
3) have a need to insert some kind of rubber tubey think into my arm to basically extract everything my aorta can produce in 5 minutes. Five. Slow. Minutes. And then the "aortic extraction device" leaves my hand numb and that rubber tie thingy around my arm leaves a wonderful red mark. Like a bad tribal arm band tattoo. Except possibly more painful.
Oh yeah, and I have poor circulation to begin with. Which made the whole thing that much more fun. Eff you, bloodsucker ladies.
And to top it all off, I get to go to Omaha this week. Maybe the bloodsucking isn't so bad...
Last week, I had bloodwork done. Apparently the doctor checked off so many tests on the stupid form, that they had to print out 2 orders for me to take back to the lab, with approximately 2 feet of stickers for all the vials they would need to label.
You know it's bad when the phlebotomists (yes, it's a real word!), a.k.a. blood sucker ladies:
1) tell you to sit in Chair #1, then decide they wish they hadn't told you that once they look at your orders on the 2 sheets.
2) think about playing a practical joke on you by taking out more empty vials than actually needed, but then decide against it when my eyes get real big after she takes out the 8th or so LARGE size vial that they really do need. And then proceed to tell me how they were going to play the joke on me, but decided against it. Yeah, thanks for that.
and,
3) have a need to insert some kind of rubber tubey think into my arm to basically extract everything my aorta can produce in 5 minutes. Five. Slow. Minutes. And then the "aortic extraction device" leaves my hand numb and that rubber tie thingy around my arm leaves a wonderful red mark. Like a bad tribal arm band tattoo. Except possibly more painful.
Oh yeah, and I have poor circulation to begin with. Which made the whole thing that much more fun. Eff you, bloodsucker ladies.
And to top it all off, I get to go to Omaha this week. Maybe the bloodsucking isn't so bad...
it could be worse, you could have to go to the bloodsuckers IN Omaha. Or have some weird old guy answer your fake phone number.
Posted by
Carmen |
3/6/07 7:43 AM
Did they at least give you juice and a cookie?
Posted by
Mighty |
3/6/07 7:04 PM
No way! Were they seriously going to play a joke on you? That is so wrong. I think I would have had to at least fake fainting and made them feel like the asses they obviously are.
Posted by
Katherine |
3/9/07 8:08 AM