Wednesday, I go to a lab to have blood drawn. Usually, this is no big deal as my veins are delightfully surfacey.* This must be "Get a Free Mojito with every lab test" Wednesday because the place is packed. I wait for an hour along with a bunch of adults and one very kvetchy toddler.
Obligatory aside: I don't understand parents that bring very young children into stressful and/or boring situations and don't think to bring a toy or book or something for the child to do. Helpful note to parents: If your child is whining, shrieking and crying and under two years old, saying "don't do that" is probably not going to stop your child from doing that.
Eventually, thankfully, I get called back.
The technician: How are you today?
Me: (I'm thinking: "Late for work" but there's no point in antagonizing the woman with the needle so I say...) Fine. How are you?
Technician: I have the dropsies today! *chuckle*
There are lots of things you don't want to hear from the person about to stab you with a needle. Right up there is "I have the dropsies today!" Even if it's true, this is not the kind of information the patient wants to be let in on.
She manages to get the blood but it is apparently touch and go there for a while. She's put the needle in and...
Technician: Hm, what's with this thing?
Me, averting my eyes: Having trouble?
Technician: For some reason... it doesn't seem to want to... hm...
Me: Is there something you need me to do?
Technician: No, no! You're fine. It's just...
Me: Not working?
Technician: There it goes!!
Technician: It didn't want to go. But we got it.
Me: Okay, um, thanks.
Note to technicians: You do not need to share every thought that pops into your head. In fact, please don't.
* Note to self: Should I submit this fact to my alumni newsletter?