549. Phlebotomists

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Kent was a phlebotomist and a good one too. His job was to take blood samples at the local hospital. Of course, working in a hospital meant he never had a moment’s peace.

People don’t often realise, but even a doctor sometimes needs a doctor. In Kent’s case, he needed a phlebotomist. His doctor had ordered a blood test. Kent was not one to take his own blood. He went to a Health Clinic in another part of town.

Leon was the phlebotomist. He took blood from Kent’s arm. Kent noticed that Leon did the same thing as he himself did; he took twice the amount of blood required.

Leon smiled at Kent. Yes, it was as Kent thought; they had similar teeth.

7 thoughts on “549. Phlebotomists

  1. Cynthia Jobin

    I have always wondered why anyone would choose to be a phlebotomist…Question:.”say, little boy/girl, what do you want to be when you grow up?” Answer: “A f..f…f..phlebotomist!”
    The other one that mystifies me is dentist. It takes all kinds to make a world, as my sainted grandma used to say.

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  2. Alysa Villalobos

    Well as a phlebotomist I would say I never said this is what I wanted to be when I grew up,but I wanted a career in nursing or paramedic. So I went to EMT school passed that then went for nursing. During the waiting time I decided I would do phlebotomy so that when we get to that point in nursing school I would be one step ahead. Well turns out I found out I was really great at that job and got hired at a hospital right out of school. That will now pay for my nursing school after being there for a year. It’s a great job. You meet all sorts of people. And I have to say if you like a challenge then it’s amazing cause every patient is like playing seek and find and where’s Waldo cause you never know where the veins are going to be!

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