5.02.2008

How's your Phlebotomist?


The other day I went to get my blood taken. If you feel sorry for me, you have no idea, because I go every, single week. So maybe up your sympathy a notch, OK? Anyway, while we were getting my blood taken from my least favorite phlebotomist, who happens to be Filipino, she mentioned Miss Dub's (unnaturally huge) blue eyes.

Phleby: Such blue eyes! Do you have blue eyes?

Me: Yes, and so does her dad, so I guess it was sorta inevitable.

Phleby: But her eye shape is different than yours.

Me: I know, I don't know where she gets them from.

Phleby: I like yours much better. Yours are (motioning up and down with fingers). And hers are (motioning side to side with fingers and squinting).

Phleby: I think she got those eyes from me.

Whaaat?

18 comments:

stephanie said...

i don't know. but that sure is a beautiful picture of her.

steph said...

hahaha. that is awesome and hilarious. what's awesome is that i think miss dub got her amazingly bright personality from me...

okay, that makes no sense either. dang.

hilari said...

you know what they say about filipino phlebotomist... they awlways say the most inappropriate comments about eye shape.

seriously funny story.

sara said...

No wonder she's your least favorite. That's hilarious! But sorry about the weekly blood draws; it makes me cringe a little to think about. Do you look away? I do.

Carina said...

Yes, because that's how it works.




What?

Cichelli said...

You have the best stories. I think she gets her great butt from me.

Melanie M. McKinnon said...

that story was awesome. it sounds like a conversation someone might have with me as i use hand guestures to get my point across as well.

i also like the reference to phleby. much easier.

my bro served his mission in the Phillipines and he has some crazy stories of those people. it is a very weird and off=brand culture.

thanks for the laugh!

janaya said...

awesomely hilarious eye-shape heredity story aside, just the idea of having my blood drawn WEEKLY makes me want to pass out... and squeeze my husbands hand off... 'cause that's what i do. i'm sorry for your weekly blood loss. my sympathies are with you.

Mary said...

The funniest part to me?? That you had to type "Phlebotomist" three different times and didn't even flinch.

Thanks for the picture.

Kate said...

You're such a good story teller. And this one was particularly hilarious. And no fun to get stuck every week.

Alifinale said...

That is awesome. She is sure smart to figure that out. I wonder if I got my chinese eyes from Jackie Chan.

Beckie said...

she is just beautiful!!! And how would she have gotten her eyes!?!?! LOL
About blood - I hear you!! When I was going through my trying to get pregnant and stay pregnant and find out all that was wrong with me I was giving blood sometimes three times a week! I mean really how much blood do they need?!? And they would not listen to me about my veins in my arms so they would always stick my arm 100 ok not that many, before they would say "your veins no good!" let me try your hand. Which if they would have just listened in the first place that is where they could have gotten the blood from...and I would have bypassed all the multiple bruises on my arms - looked kinda like a druggy!

Anonymous said...

Hahaha.....some people!?!?!??!?!?!?! I just couldn't stop laughing when I read this!!! (Well that was just now so I guess I should say that I am still laughing)

Leslie said...

I have green eyes and my husband has brown. So, is my daughter not ours? Because she has huge sky blue eyes. THey are the biggest blue eyes I've seen. Somewhere in our genetics, there are blue eyes. I envy her eyes. I love green, but hers are prettier. :)

I know I just lurk here... but I think, from pictures, that Miss Dub has your eyes. Just my opinion.

P Daddy said...

Okay, after staring at a couple hundred photos of Miss Dub (you know we have a few prominantly displayed in our home), I have to admit there is the smallest bit of slant to her eyes (which, I think she gets from the Dub side of the gene pool). But I submit there is nothing about those big baby blues that screams Filipino and everything that screams "I'm Mrs. Dub's little girl".

Speaking of screaming, while I was in the hospital, they drew blood every six hours for three days, and during a two-week period I had 15 separate draws and two IV's, each with a separate poke. It seemed counter-intuitive that I landed here with anemia and had a transfusion and now they were taking it all back.

However, I came to appreciate the difference between a good and bad phlebotomist. The worst was before they installed the port, (which makes drawing blood a breeze). The woman was lazy and didn't want to fight my moving and hard to find arm veins so she used my wrist and I had a four inch bruise for a week. It was the only time in my life, even those multiple, where'd it go pokes, that it really, really hurt. I so respect people on dialysis or long-term injection chemo, or with blood disorders, who are veritable pin cushions and never complain.

Anonymous said...

I just saw this post -- a few days late. And oh my goodness! So hilarious. I swear, the funniest things happen to you sometimes! Thanks for making me laugh today!

Rachie said...

She was probably on crack

Anonymous said...

Come 'on she's only having a small talk. Being different is funny to some but to others its not. and please stop generalizing people. Filipinos are one of the most humble people Ive ever met in my life.