I start my day off killing a spider. Neat. Went to dad's yesterday. The kids took turns riding with Dre' on the four wheeler. Stephie loved it. Dre' came home yesterday so he could spend the day with his father then dad is going to pick him up later today to spend another week with him. He's having a blast. They built a shed and Dre' is so proud of himself. I'll snap pics later and post them.
I had an interesting blood draw Friday. I stuck the woman once and missed. I apologized and started to get up and told her mom would draw her, she took my arm, pulled me down and insisted I try again. Courtney saw her do it. I told her I only stick once and if I miss then mom draws. She insisted I do it again, she wouldn't hear of me not trying. So, I grabbed a butterfly and in I went. Voila, I got her. With a butterfly, I need someone to help me though, I don't have a blood draw chair and the table sits awkwardly so there's no place to set the tubes to switch them out easily. So I had Courtney help me by holding the tubes when I switched them out. The woman was beaming at me when I got her vein the second time. I thanked her for letting me try again and being patient with me. She just said "I knew you could do it." and left. Like I'm a phlebotomy retard :P But that was sweet of her. Always nice to have someone who has faith in you.
So, I get my wish. Mom is going to hire someone to do the front office work to help me out. Answer phones, file, etc and I'll handle the rest. I'll do referrals, labs, EKG's, reports, etc. So basically, the office person will just sit there and answer phones, make appointments, file and set up new patient charts. Piece of cake. All the crap I don't want to do :P Mom's excuse for not doing the switch earlier was "But you're so good at it." Right. I'm anal about it. There's a difference. I can help whoever is up front a lot easier than someone in the middle office can help me in the front. Yes, anal. So, instead of hiring someone for $10 an hour she's going to hire someone for minimum wage to sit and answer phones and do as little as possible but still enough to keep the load off me. I just hate answering the phone. Patients are assholes. It's funny, but as soon as they find out I'm her daughter, their tune changes. "Oh I didn't know this was your daughter!" Obviously from the way you were a twit on the phone to me, douche bag.
It's fun when I get to come at these people with a needle though :)