when I was in the hospital a few months back for a gallstone, the guy took like 6-7 or more vials from me on the first shot, and more later in the day…. I said to the guy – am I dying or something and you guys are harvesting my blood for someone else or something?
Not even a damn smirk.
Good times.
i’ve noticed a trend. phlebotomists don’t seem to be the happiest people. the girl that took my blood was kind of miserable.
i’m at a point now where if they’re all giddy and having a good time i ask them to get away from me with that needle and get me someone who hates their job like they’re supposed to.