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Friday, March 23, 2012

Give Me Your Blood

You would think that after the last blood drive they would know better than to put me in charge again.

They do not know better. Apparently.

I am also forever amazed at what level "inappropriate" becomes GET THE FUCK OUT. It's a higher threshold than you might think. Phlebotomists have a sense of humor yo.

Let's review the things you shouldn't say (re: shout with flailing arms) at a blood drive*:

"Give me your blood. I need it like WHOA."

"There's blood in your urine. What? That's not a urine bag? Crap. I think I'm using mine wrong."

"Should blood be this icky color?"

"Smell this."


"Your blood is leaking."


"I've got to uhn uhn run away, I've got to uhn uhn get away, from this tainted blood you've given..."

"Here, hold this so it doesn't spill."

"It's not that we don't want your blood. It's that we don't know where it's been."

"Here, let me prick you. WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

*It should be noted that most of these were said by the phlebotomists. Not me. For a change. Phlebotomists know how to party yo. 

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