Letting Go/The Vampire
I’m ashamed to admit this, but I’m a vampire. I’m not sure how it happened, but I think it was mostly about the money. My parents said, “You need to stop mooching and pay for your own cell phone”, and I said, “What better way to make some money than to suck blood?”
Not exactly what the parents had in mind.
After a few classes at the local community college, I signed a piece of paper that said I wouldn’t draw anyone’s blood unnecessarily. Also that I would donate both my lungs to the hospital if I caused any lawsuits. Then a doctor handed me a needle and told me to get to work. (Seriously – that’s about all that’s required. A few classes and a needle. It’s kind of frightening.)
About a week into the whole vampire thing I realized: no one loves the woman with the needle. No one wants to see her. No one cares that the doctor sent her for an important reason.
Despite the general disrespect, I was shocked when one of my patients chose to completely ignore me. You’ve got to be kidding, I thought. I know I’m not the world’s favorite person, but to act like I don’t exist?
I banged on the patient’s door. Hospital policy – I had to let her know I was there. A soft rap, a loud thump, then little screams of, “Hello Mrs. Campbell! I’m here to draw your blood!”
Eventually I gave up the verbal warning and flung open the door. I’d given Mrs. Campbell herchance at privacy...
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