More people than not really don’t like Phlebotomists. You know who they are, those people in white coats with the elastic bands and the trays of bottles that fit onto the back end of needles that they stick into veins, usually in your arm.
Still Here Too won’t tell you that she does not like Phlebotomists, but she really hates to see one. You see she cannot stand the sight of them. It is not anything personal; it is just that they never show up without those awful needles. Still Here Too has what can only be called a full-blown case of needle phobia. Probably has something to do with growing up with a father in the Service and the lines of corpsmen standing by tables with giant shots all ready to deliver depending only on what your medical record said you needed. Perhaps her only bad memory of on-base schools of that period (the good old days).
Blogger Geezer Chick has recently posted her dislike of needles and Phlebotomists.
I am here to tell you that while I don’t particularly like visiting the “Blood Suckers” or “my Vampires”, as I affectionately call the Phlebotomists I must regularly visit, I do have a few that I actually don’t mind seeing. You see, after having had blood drawn well more than 1,000 times over the last thirty-five plus years, I have learned that a Phlebotomist who knows what they are doing is really worth finding. Further, if you can find one that is friendly on top of that, they can make a necessary but less than pleasant experience something that you face without reluctance. I have found a nice, small lab with two Phlebotomists with just these traits. Nice to know some friendly vampires.
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