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Yeah, some of those interns...
Date: 2004-12-05 01:42 pm (UTC)I had a severe phobia of needles for 10+ years because of one. At the age of around 10, I had stopped eating much for about a week, and my parents took me to th hospital. Where, of course, they decided to do a blood test. They sent in an intern to take 2 vials of blood from my left arm. Guy couldn't find the vein. Then he came back 3 minutes later to say that they needed another vial. Then came back 10 minutes later to say that they (read, *he*) had lost one of the vials and needed a 4th. About 15 minutes later, it developed that they didn't need the 3rd vial in the first place. My parents, of course, had to hold me down thru all this.
To this day, I'm not certain if he was just incompetent, or if he was a psycho.
-Malthus