Last week I promised to tell you a cute story about Edward on a day when I wasn’t so flustered and distraught. Well, here we are and I get to tell you that story, and then tell it again. Actually, I might tell it three times. Because even though this is a cute story about Edward this is really a shout-out to The Bloodbottler.
The Bloodbottler is not his real name. His real name is Armin, and he works in the phlebotomy basement of the hospital where we have found ourselves every week for the past several. The first time we went was not such a pleasant experience. I’ve told you the story, of how no one could get Edward’s blood out after many pokes, and how after person number three finally got the blood out, Edward was smarmed at by a rigid volunteer. But there are two more parts to the story.
The next week we returned, having medicine levels that were still not correct, and when we went in to get the blood drawn, Edward sitting nervously in my lap, they were once again unsuccessful. They needed more help, so they went for the expert. And as he walked into the room, the same man who had finally gotten those juices flowing the last time, Edward breathed a sigh of awed relief and said in a hushed tone, “…the Bloodbottler…”
This is actually a very accurate name for a phlebotomist I suppose, but the Bloodbottler is also the name of a nasty, filthsome, man-eating giant in Roald Dahl’s “The B.F.G.,” which is Edward’s favorite book, and current favorite summer movie. I hope Armin was not offended. Edward sat still and then, like magic, The Bloodbottler made quick work of the task and we were on our way again. Since that day, The Bloodbottler has achieved legendary status in our household.
Well today we were back again for yet another draw, and without hesitating we both went right toward the best pediatric phlebotomist we know and said “You. We want you to do the blood draw.” I don’t know what we would have done if Armin had not been there. This time my son was practically squealing with delight to get the poke from the famed Bloodbottler. I hope we don’t have to go back any more, at least for a while, but if we do it’s good to know that we are in good hands. Thanks, Bloodbottler. I don’t know why you do what you do, but if it is to make a difference, consider it done well today. You are much appreciated.