Vampire Time

In the spirit of true sarcasm, I just had to put this out there.

I went to get more blood drawn today. The way it works is that a bunch of doctors use this one blood-drawing lab company. So if you are at the doctor and need blood drawn, they just give you some papers which you take to the lab and you get it done. Or, if your doctor decides later that they need more of your blood (as in my case), they fax the papers to the lab, and you just show up.

So I showed up at the lab around 12:45 today. Waited in a looooooong line. Finally got up to the front where *one* person was working, and told him my name and that Dr. K faxed my papers over. He takes out a giant stack of papers, proceeds to have me spell my name 3 more times while he flips through it, and cannot find my paperwork. Lovely.

Then he asks me to call the doctor's office to have them fax the paperwork over again. He doesn't know the extension, but that is ok, I have it memorized. He gives me a funny look and asks how I know the extension and I say, "Oh, I've been on the phone with them a lot in the past week."

So I call and get Grumpy Nurse. I've spoken with Grumpy Nurse before. She isn't my favorite person. I tell her I'm at the lab and they can't find my paperwork, could she please fax it over again? She tells me it has already been faxed. Ummm, hello, that's why I said AGAIN. And really, I don't care whose fault this is, I just want to get it over with. She says fine. I ask if she'll do it now. She says yes. I confirm that she has the correct fax number. She does. It is 1pm by now.

30 minutes later the guy comes over and says they still haven't gotten the fax. I suggest that since he is the employee of this company, that maybe Grumpy Nurse will listen to him if he calls.

While he's on the phone, he calls across the room to have me yell-spell my name at him. Again.

He gets off the phone and doesn't update me.

30 minutes later I get in line to tell him I'm leaving. Obviously they don't need my blood badly enough.

While I'm in line, a lab tech comes out and calls my name. I say, "Oh, great, I didn't even think I was checked in!" He asks for my paperwork. I don't have any. That's what they give you when you get checked in. I never was officially checked in.

I'm getting ready to start crying now.

He tells me to go on into the lab. He finds my paperwork. He draws *5 vials* of my blood.

I leave at 2:15. Lovely.