How to begin? Let's see, I've been having a bunch of tests run. So, this latest one involved a mobile blood draw person who came to my house. Modern technology being what it is, my personal, mobile phlebotomist showed up this morning and promptly got lost. He called me from nearby, unsure of how to find me. In his defense many people get lost on the way to my house. They see the dirt driveway and assume it can't be mine and call from the road confused.
So I woke up and got a phone call that went something like this.
"Hello?"
"Hi, this is your phlebotomist"
"Hi"
"I'm trying to find you. Are you at the construction?"
"Ah, no, I'm one driveway further up the hill. I'm the dirt driveway right before the giant rock and the gate is open for you."
I then went out to meet him, but let me digress for a moment. How hilarious is this idea? Can you imagine if I was working a construction job and I called my personal mobile phlebotomist to come out to the construction site? Because I'm now imagining that I'm a massive lumberjack looking man, wearing jeans and a flannel shirt, wearing a hardhat and having my blood drawn in one arm while I jackhammer one handed with the other. Or smoke constantly with the cigarette between my teeth while I bend rebar with one hand and my phlebotomist ties a little elastic cord around my other beefy arm. I think it's a hilarious mental image.
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| I can just imagine these guys having their blood drawn while working, can't you? - "F-327-CVFriant Dam Construction" by Bureau of Reclamation is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0 |
Ok, now back to what actually happened this morning.
So he sets up and it seems that phlebotomists, not unlike dentists, tend to fill the silence with a bit of chatter. The distinct upside being that you can actually talk and reply in this scenario. He asked about my job, I said I was working in a museum. He asked what I do. I said I was a glorified secretary but I was staying in the history field since I was a history major. And he began talking about how much he loves his job and how much that makes a difference. Do what you love he says, and it won't matter how little the money is. And then I look at my arm, in this living metaphor, feeling very much like he's implying that NOT doing what you love is to have the life literally drained out of you.
And then he started talking about how you just have to be open to opportunities. That sometimes things are just first steps and you never know what will come from it. That it's important for me to work in a museum and be open to the possibilities that can flow from there. Again I look at my arm as he continues to fill vials. Once a door is open, things flow through. Maybe it was just the blood loss, but it all felt very surreal and dream-like.
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| "Don't quit your day dream" by Lindsay_Silveira is licensed under CC BY-ND 2.0 |
Then we were all done. He pet my dogs and said you could tell they were happy. He said when he was little he wanted to be a dog and his dad told him, "you don't want to be a dog, you want to live life like a dog". And with that last bit of wisdom, my phlebotomist departed.
So, there I was contemplating my mobile phlebotomist wisdom of the day. Such a nice man. And I ate breakfast and felt tired and I decided, no offense to my phlebotomist, who was amazing, that the world is full of bloodsuckers (metaphorical you know) and with that I went back to bed for an hour before work.
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