On Thursday, as part of my annual body violation, I had to have blood drawn. “I have rolling veins.” I said to the bearded hipster vampire with the needle. “Rolling veins are not something a good phlebotomist worries about.” He said in a totally patronizing and snarky tone as he wrapped the rubber hose around my arm. Chastised, I smiled my awkward stupid smile as I made the requested fist. “I just wanted to let you know since lots of folks have had issues.” I said. Readying his tubes and needles, he brushed my concerns aside with a curt, “Any good phlebotomist can draw blood from any type of vein. Now you’ll feel a prick on three,” and he stabbed the needle in. Apparently, when he was bragging that, “Rolling veins are not something a good phlebotomist worries about...” he sure as heck wasn’t talking about himself because he sucked. Like SUCKED!!! This is what my arm looks like now. I’ve got a large sliding bruise down my arm complete with a hard lump under the skin at the site of the needle’s intrusion into and THROUGH my rolling vein. Yeah, I’m so glad that I didn’t warn him that my veins might pose a problem for him. That my years and years of being poked and prodded and bruised wasn’t something to share with him in the hopes that he wouldn’t tattoo me with a motley bruise during the sleeveless holiday dress season. I mean, rolling veins aren’t something “a good phlebotomist worries about.” Right? I’m glad I just kept my mouth shut and let him do what he does well. Ugh! Husband always says, if someone is bragging about how fantastic they are, they usually suck. And that dude sucked - and not in a cool bad boy vampire sort of way. He sucked in a "Dude. You're totally bad at your job but you think you're good which makes your sucking even worse." kinda way. He sucked in a been bankrupt four times, married three times, has a hideous dead animal wig thing covering his head and still thinks he's better than you kinda way. Ass. Side note - and speaking of asses - Four years ago when I had my hysterectomy, these are the "flowers" the ass of a boss sent me. And not at all as a joke. Yup.
Sigh. The ass of a phlebotomist will leave less of a scar on me than ass of a boss did... And I can't even talk about that blowhard trying to take over the world... I need a sappy Hallmark movie and chocolate chip pancakes STAT!
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