Blood work
So this weird thing happened to me on Monday.
I needed some blood work done. There is this place not far from my house -- a reputable looking place -- that is not associated with a hospital, but does lab tests and was recommended by my doctor. I went there to have my cholesterol checked.
I walked in and noticed how small it was. There were just three chairs in the little waiting room, and a stack of six-month old magazines. At the window where you talk to the receptionist was an old, old couple looking confused and speaking to each other in an Eastern European language I couldn't identify.
I stood in "line" behind them and looked through the receptionist's window. Through it I saw a floor-to-clieling plastic curtain like contractors use to control dust when doing construction work. Taped to the curtain was a bright red sign that said, "WARNING - BIO-HAZARD!!!" It had that awesome logo with sharp talons poking a skull-like thing.
I pause. What should I do?
The receptionist came out. She was wearing a cardigan sweater over a dress and was using the lapel of the sweater to cover her mouth and filter her breathing. She looked like she was escaping from a fire.
"NO NO NO!" she told us, wagging her finger. "No blood today. Too dangerous for infection!!!"
Hmmm... I consider my options. I assumed the older couple is doing the same.
Then the door to the back area swings open and a man comes out. He's almost yelling with excitement. "It's OK! It's OK! You may have your tests done. No problems! Everything is fine! Do you have your insurance card?!?"
I slowly backed out the door -- literally pushed it open with the laptop bag I was carrying -- and walked into the bright sunlight on the street. Through the glass door I could see the lopsided conversation in broken English and Estonian (maybe?) and I wondered, "Should I save them?"
Sadly, I did not. And even now I wonder if they made it out safely.
I'm off to a proper hospital...
This entry was written by Jeffrey Veen and posted 27 July 2005 at 6:30 AM. It was filed under Personal. | View blog reactions
OK, yeah, never go there again.
Oh, and thanks, I now, totally, have the heebie jeebies.
yikes. that sounds too much like the torture room setup in gilliam's "brazil." good move. hopefully that couple made it out okay.
i had a blood test in nyc a few years back where the "doctor" who ran it (it was a mini-free clinic) had a torn up tie-dyed shirt and looked like that hairy bruce character from whoopi's celebrity tic-tic-toe tv show.
his entire vibe was off the wall, as if he had just dropped a homer tab or had been sucking on balloons for the previous twenty minutes; eyes bugged out, short of breath, the whole nine. i stuck with it though, because a clean bill of health was/is beyond necessary to date in the big city.
Heh, it does sound like a film - I thought of the eye transplant scene in Minority Report. Or a Romero film.
I thought your first post on this was better. Still creepy the second time, but better the first.
I'm reminded of George Carlin's admonition to never trust "a dentist...with blood in his hair"
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