Mocking
Hello. I had to deal with a very unpleasant situation in Swan's lab. It turned out that urgent STD analyzes were needed. I went to the doctor who took everything I needed and since I asked for the results to be as fast as possible (you understand the stressful situation, you won't sit still for a long time), she advised me to take all the materials to the laboratory, because if you take me straight to the main institution days required for transportation of materials. Which I also did immediately. Arrived, the queue is small. I'm glad I'll be able to, because there was little time left before the lab closed. I waited my turn. I went in. The first shock was that the laboratory assistant or did not even know who she was, the nurse maybe, refused to accept my samples anonymously. Although the doctor said that such a possibility exists and wrote all the documents for it and gave it to me. In order not to damage the situation, because the answers were urgently needed, I did not go into the discussions and presented identity documents. The second shock was when reading what the analysis meant she started to twitch her nose, push away from me and uncomfortably squirm towards me. I patiently endured this behavior, waited for her to get everything on the computer and asked if she could tell me exactly when she would be successful. What she was worried about (in broken Australian) that she didn't know, probably a week or something, it depended on something there (I didn't really understand from whom). To my repeated question about the results, however, she started frustrated and searched for something on the computer and then answered with such an evil grin that no sooner than next Wednesday (forgot to add that this situation took place on Tuesday, March 29). Although my doctor said that the answers should be with her on Thursday morning. The procedure for taking blood from a vein then took place. Since I am a donor and quite often meet the need to work to pass analyzes from a vein, I can say that I had never experienced anything so sadistic, perhaps only in Soviet times, when the needles for syringes were still with a standard barbell. 'I still had to pay an awful lot of money for all this. As if my samples were worth their weight in gold. At the moment I am already happy with the negative results of the analysis, but for a while I will have a blue packet of cigarettes in my hand. Is it true that in our time a nurse can really treat a patient like this, this is already a terribly unpleasant and delicate matter?
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