Guess what happens when Favorite Lab Man is not at work when I go to get my bloodwork done?
(a) Nurse #1 stabs me, fails to get the vein, wiggles the needle around for several minutes looking for it, finally finds it, but is still unable to fill a whole test tube of blood.
(b) Nurse #2 comes in, fails to find a vein on my other arm, stabs me for the second time in the same arm, but luckily is able to fill a whole test tube of blood this time.
(c) I end up looking like a drug addict.
(d) All of the above.
Thank God it was simple bloodwork that only required one tube of blood. I'm pretty sure those two nurses would have stabbed me dry if they had needed several tubes of blood.
Favorite Lab Man: please send me your work schedule. I don't think I can handle anyone but you taking my blood anymore.