Why I hate my hematology clinic, pt. 647
I had a blood draw this afternoon, because I really didn’t want to go in on Friday this week with all the other shit I have to do. Less than an hour later, I got one of the usual totally content-less phone messages, although strangely it was left by a phlebotomist rather than a nurse, and it seemed like an unusually fast turn-around time.
Well, apparently, that’s because they didn’t actually have any results to report, because they didn’t, in fact, run any tests on my blood, because it turns out that THEY LOST IT.
The nurse I got when I called back–she seemed surprised that the tech did not explain this in the original message–said that it “got put in the wrong tube.” The wrong tube? WTF? I think we can all agree this means that THEY LOST IT.
So now I have to go back in at fucking 8 am tomorrow, which I scheduled this blood draw–which ran late, incidentally, and made ME late for other obligations–SPECIFICALLY TO AVOID, and I will almost certainly be late for the lecture of the course I TA, because it starts at 8:50.
I hate everyone. Also, I only have SO MUCH BLOOD.
December 13th, 2007 at 5:39 pm
That sounds deeply annoying (I hate having blood taken, so I feel for you) but at least not life-threateningly so, for a change…
You know what? I reckon the Bike Path Vampires have decided that a direct confrontation would be a bad idea, and have stooped to larceny.
December 13th, 2007 at 6:15 pm
Well, I get the inconvenience of having to go again. But as for the “limited quantity of blood” issue, give me a break. How much did they take, 20cc?
December 13th, 2007 at 6:35 pm
Wait, is this the new doctor? Honestly, the shit that happens to you…
December 13th, 2007 at 8:09 pm
You do seem to have a knack for finding the bad doctors…
Good luck with the next blood draw; hopefully they won’t lose it!
Well they encourage your complete cooperation
Send you roses when they think you need to smile
I can’t control myself because I don’t know how
And they love me for it honestly I’ll be here for a while
So give them blood, blood
Gallons of the stuff
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough
Give them blood, blood, blood
Grab a glass because there’s going to be a flood.
A celebrated man amongst the gurneys
They can fix me proper with a bit of luck
The doctors and the nurses they adore me so
But it’s really quite alarming cause I’m such an awful fuck (why thank you!)
I gave you blood, blood
Gallons of the stuff
I gave you all that you can drink and it has never been enough
I gave you blood, blood, blood
I’m the kind of human wreckage that you love!
December 18th, 2007 at 9:52 pm
When I turned up newly pregnant with Elliot — queasy as all hell, and wondering what the fuck I’d done to my life — do you know how many vials they took? TWELVE. Twelve vials, which I was using, dammit. I am reliably informed that this is more blood than they take from children who are newly immigrating from scary third world countries like Sudan.
Just thought I’d share that.