I try really hard not to be too negative on this site. This is a place, after all, where my family visits as well as people from my church and hopefully, our future little ones, so I try to keep things as nice as possible. But today is different. Today, I have to vent.
I realize we all have our pet peeves. I definitely have mine, which include things like people talking on their cell phones in quiet places, drivers pulling in front of me and then going slow, and work meetings that don’t end on time. I try not to dwell on these little annoyances and I don’t let them bother me too often.
But today I added a new pet peeve to my list. I had gone to a medical lab down the street to have blood drawn. I should mention that this is the third time in about five weeks that I’ve had to have my blood taken. For most people, this wouldn’t be an issue. Unfortunately, I am not most people. I was born with a deep aversion to needles, one that has had such side effects as queasiness, dizziness, and a tendency to cry like a baby. (Yes, I have cried when having an IV put in and yes, I was over the age of 30.)
This morning, I tried to make this aversion known to the lab technician(s) when I sat in the chair and rolled up my sleeve. I hinted that I might need to lie down or at the very least put my head between my legs. I even asked if they’ve ever had someone pass out on their watch. I tried to make jokes and smile up at them with what I hoped was a look that would invoke some empathy or at the very least a little compassion. And you know what I got for my troubles? Nada. Not one word, not one smile, not even a, “wow, really? You’re a fully grown adult who is terrified of a little needle?” Nothing.
Instead, they poked my arm with what I felt was a little more force than was necessary, and then without another word, proceeded to take several vials of my precious blood, all the while watching me squirm and writhe in agony. Okay, maybe it wasn’t agony, but I was definitely not comfortable or happy. And they couldn’t have cared less.
Which got me wondering, why are they in this field of work? Why do they spend all day, every day doing something that should require at least a modicum of sympathy, or at least friendliness, as a prerequisite? Is it a power thing? Do they just enjoy it when people are made to feel vulnerable, knowing that they have the upper hand? Are they burned out from their job and hate coming to work? Are they trying to practice a little “tough love” for our benefit?
I realize that not all lab technicians are like this, of course. I’ve had technicians and nurses who have been great; they were kind, gentle and understanding. But to have three bad experiences in a row has made me not only add this to my list of pet peeves, but move it straight to the top.
So there you have it, that’s my new pet peeve. Thanks for letting me vent. I feel much better already. Well, at least until I have to go back and give more blood.
What are your pet peeves, do you have any you’d care to share?
ps – thanks to Sarah for the idea for this post. I loved your post about pet peeves and realized it was the perfect way to get this off my chest.






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