Friday, January 2, 2009
That Damn BCS System........
Thursday, January 1, 2009
The Night Before Christmas..........
Twas the night before Christmas
And I’m stuck in the Lab,
Could be worse I suppose
say in the morgue on a slab.
I look at my watch and see midnight is near
The label printer goes off and
my heart’s filled with fear.
A stiff in the unit needs blood work tonight
I get to go jab him, what a delight
I approach his small room
as I have done so often
and then there’s that sign
Droplet precaution.
Gloves gown and mask soon I am adorned
I then approach the patient
whose face looks quite scorned
My hands are a shakin.
The tourniquet is a poppin.
His blood fills the tube.
Oh God no it’s stoppin!
His forehead is sweaty
His brow becomes wrinkled
Oh no there’s that smell
I’m sure he has tinkled!
I apologize for the hang up
and explain it’s the tube.
He tells me where to put it
and not to use lube.
I get another needle
and approach his bed
He then quietly informs me
“Miss again and you’re dead”
This time the tube fills
I don’t miss a drop
and back at the lab
they now want a blue top
So back to the floor
with my cart still in tow
I draw the blue top
and as I turn to go
The nurses gather round
those blue scrubbed vultures
The doctor they say
just ordered blood cultures!
It just isn’t fair
this phlebotomist chants
I feel something warm
I’ve wet my own pants
I start to feel cheated
I look in my cart
I need two more bottles
before I can start
So back to the lab
to get more supplies
My shift has just ended!
and tears fill my eyes
I smile cause it’s over
Damn do I feel great
and then I learn
my replacement is late.
The next night before Christmas
where will you find ole Chuckie?
Plastered and smelling of Tequila
We should all be so lucky!