by which i mean, i finally encountered what i've been dreading for five weeks now but have been lucky enough to avoid: the utterly incompetent phlebotomist. i hadn't had blood drawn in over a week; my veins should have been just fine.
before he came in to draw my labs, i heard him yell "i wouldn't care to stick her" from the other side of the lab. for those of you outside the bluegrass, that's kentuckian for "i wouldn't mind drawing her blood."
smelling really good and calling me "darlin'" do not a phlebotomist make. it took three seconds for him to not be able to find a vein in my arm, two more for him to not be able to get enough blood out of the back of my hand, and another six for him to decide to use my wrist:
exhibit a, yesterday at about 4pm.
exhibit b, yesterday at about 11:30pm.
i promise never to joke about sticking the needle between my toes again.
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This is why I quit selling plasma all those years ago...
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