I stopped by the clinic yesterday to have my cholesterol checked. I was processed and seated in the lab within five minutes. Sweet.
When the lab nurse came in I asked her how she was doing. She moaned, "I should have never come to work today. I am having the absolute worst day ever."
I laughed it off and she proceeded to draw my blood when all of a sudden the lab door burst open and another nurse came charging in screaming, "Your 11:15, the diabetic, just informed me that she has been sitting there waiting for a half hour!"
"OH MY GOD!," my nurse cried, "get her in here NOW!" She then yanked the needle out of my arm, slapped the lid on the vial and threw it on the counter. As she fumbled with the cotton and tape I told her not to bother - I'd just hold the cotton on my arm myself.
Yikes. I guess she really was having a bad day.
God knows what Nurse Frazzle did with my order after I left - if she even remembers she took it. But I know one thing... if my numbers come back too high, I ain't taking the blame!