Yesterday I broke up with my walk in lab place. I had been there 2 weeks ago, with multiple orders for multiple doctors, and the tech was overwhelmed and rude about it.
I did try to give them one more go, since the location* is one I pass more than once a day, but as luck would have it, I got the same tech and he got my name wrong**, so I walked.
This morning I had errands in another direction, so I decided to try the lab at a local hospital. I arrived to find no wait and a tech who, once figuring out that my insurance was good, told me:
"Go on back, choose any chair, but the green one is the most comfortable."
So I sat in the green chair and she said:
"I'll be back in a minute, I need to find the tin foil."
Now, I have had enough blood pulled from my veins in the past 9 years to fill an Olympic sized pool, and never has there been tin foil in the equation.
She went on to explain that the sample needed to be shielded from light and then she handed me the tin foil to sort of tent over the crook of my arm. Really, normally I just look away and try not to think about it all.
When she/we were done, the little tubes looked like little baked potatoes***.
It was odd and when I shared this tale with our Cookie, she laughed and laughed and invoked vampires, opium dens and tin foil hats.
I thought I was the champion of medically interesting, but I guess it can always get weirder.
At home, my internet query showed that some blood samples need the baked potato treatment and I guess I'm just glad that I ended up switching labs before it came to this.
If you are wondering, the blood work is needed to check my calcium levels. I've been high-normal for awhile, but have started testing high-high. The situation has my PCP and my beloved Endocrinologist talking about me behind my back, so I'd like to see it worked out soon.
The past week was busy, busy, busy. We managed to get away on Sunday to see Connor in his college production of Noises Off. He was so good! Very funny and charming and silly. He is back for a few days next month, then off to Europe, then home for two weeks and then back to school for an eight week Summer Internship that has something to do with statistics.
Griffin is also busy, busy getting ready for the Spring Rowing season and planning his first college visits for the April break.
We also had some sad news, my late FIL's older sister died on Sunday, just about a year after her husband died. Our St Pats weekend will include another very Irish funeral.
And getting back to the wacky, over last weekend, these things were found stuffed in our mailbox with no explanation:
Size 18 month baby clothes? And the one on the right has a gray rosette on it? I have no idea and no one has come looking for them, so I guess they will be donated.
And in not weird news, I have new socks:
They are version 2 of the GooseGirl Socks, knit by Cookie from (I think) a skein of Cherry Tree Hill sock yarn. They are perfect, just the length of cuff I like, she is so clever with the cables!
*Grand Island does not have a lab within it's shores.
** Joan is not JoAnn, they are two different names and I am not a JoAnn, I am a Joan and in some parts of the family, I am Joany, but that is it.
***I haven't had a baked potato in ages and now I think I might need to eat one.