Today was the first day in almost 5 whole weeks of phlebotomy-ing that I really really wanted to mame behead squash a child into tiny little pieces...
The Scene: The pediatric phlebotomy/lab area
The Victim: A pre-coffee, pre-breakfast, pre-menstrual Milk Maid
The Culprit: Very tall, very muscular 10 year old boy
The Crime (according to Boy): Did not want a "booboo" on his "little tiny finger". He whine*cry*sniffle wanted his "mommy". "Nooooo booooooboooooo nooooooo!"
The Crime (according to Milk Maid): Whiny boy in need of parental supervision, a set of testicles, and some added testosterone.
To The Rescue: MB (my pedi-partner) who ran through the door and said, "My gosh I thought that you were killing a baby!"
--The Milk Maid says her ears still ring with the sound that surely bellows forth from the depths of Hell.
8/6/08
Find Wall, Bang Head, Repeat As Needed.
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5 comments:
You should have grabbed his crotch and told him to grow a set!
Too funny!
ok, so I'm laughing my ass off at B's comment. I was going to ask if you've had one faint on you yet. Those are fun. I found out quickly that the kids were more likely to faint than adults when a pedatrician moved in next door. Hang in there.
You and B are a little too much alike sometimes. And you have needles. That's scary!
A, I am sooo happy to be back to read your hillary-ass posts girl. Do you like my NEW word - Hillary-ass? I made it up JUST for you!!
Go for Blood girlie!
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