so, i walk into the patient’s room and say, hi, i’m here to steal some blood. i try to be casual about these things, because… well, it makes my job easier sometimes.
the patient looks up at me and says, you’re not funny. he’s alert, oriented, and kind of a jerk. i’ve dealt with him before. the other day i was drawing his blood, and he was telling me that all the phlebotomists here are terrible, and they never get his blood, and blah blah blah. i said, i don’t mean to brag or anything, but i’ve got your blood. he said, well, aren’t you just a superstar.
i don’t mind sarcasm, but i do mind blatant hostility and crappy attitudes.
anyway.
i say, well, you’re not attractive. because i can’t think of anything else, clever or otherwise, to say.
he stares at me. you’re still not funny.
i smile. we can go round and round all day, or you can just let me draw your blood.
point is, even if you’re a jerk, you’re still going to get jabbed with a sharp stick. there’s a life lesson in that, i’m sure.
thanks for stopping by.
