One Poke Monday
I had a 1pm appointment for a blood draw, with a 12:50 report time. I reported at 12:44.
I explained my recent history and asked for “not an intern” and she said “okay I’ll request senior staff.”
At 1:10 I wandered over and looked at a clock (I should get a watch I suppose). A few minutes later the same intern as last week called my name.
I asked her if I had her last week and she didn’t remember. I asked her if she was a student and she said yes. (They don’t usually tell you till they get you to the little room.) I explained.
She told me to sit back down and she would “tell them right now”.
About 10 or 15 minutes later someone else called me in. I didn’t warn her or anything. She got me in one stick. I exclaimed “oh thank goodness, they’ve had trouble with me three weeks in a row,” and I think she said “thank you”. I told her it was worth a little extra wait. And it was. And the $3 for parking for being there longer than 30 minutes.
I didn’t sleep at all well or long enough last night. I had gut problems and random muscle and headache pain. I hope I can get some sleep tonight.
That’s a lot of extra time — like they don’t have actual staff? I guess there’s payback for every freaking thing. I love that scene in Terms of Endearment where Debra Winger needs her pain medication and her movie mom — hmm, what’s that woman’s name — completely FREAKS OUT on the nurses. Still, I’m glad it was one poke for once — fer cryin’ out loud.
Yesterday my favorite Rasta Vampire showed up in record time. YAY. This time I got his name, for future requests if I get to that point. (I suspect it was in record time because I was seeing the doctor the same day, which is not usual, and she needs the results. But I’ll take it. The doctor validates parking, too.)