Today I went to get my blood drawn. I am seeing a doctor for my first physical in five years and needed blood work done, partly due to the accident. So far, so normal.
I missed the normal hours of the most local Sparrow Lab. Crap. Do I just not get the blood drawn at all and try explaining it to the doc on Wednesday? No. Wait. There’s a drive-thru lab in the old Sears automotive center in Frandor. I’ll go there.
I had slept late. It is now pushing 11:30. I have been fasting. But off to Frandor I drive. There is a huge line, maybe thirty or 40 cars. At about 12:30 a lab person comes up to my car and asks if I am there for a covid test or lab work. I say lab work and he says I can go ahead in line. I do not do so because where he was pointing to doesn’t seem to be a big enough space for my Impala to get through. I maintain my position in line and wait. Eventually I get to the lady in the lab coat. She asks if I am there for a covid test or lab work and acts almost elated when I say lab work. It was like I had just made her day.
She tells me to go to the green sign and wait for bay one, two, or three. Apparently, bays four and five were solely for covid tests. Keep in mind, I have gotten tires here. Someone cuts in front of me from the line going to bays four and five. I am not arguing. This is why I did not cut in line earlier: people’s reactions lately have been over-the-top, to put it mildly.
Eventually, I am invited into the bay. The lab guy asks for information regarding my blood draw and whether I had been fasting. I hand him my lab work requisition form. He is extremely happy. The form has everything on it he could possibly want: my name, DOB, insurance, what tests need to be done, etc. He acted like I was the first person all day to have the proper paperwork. After I gave him the form, it took about ten minutes for him to create the vials, poke me, vampire out a sufficient amount of blood, put a cotton ball and tape one me, and send me on my way.
Factors in today’s experience: the collapse of Sears, covid, people’s impatience, healthcare worker burnout…
The whole thing was just odd. Imagine going to a defunct Jiffy Lube for a colonoscopy. Kind of like that.