POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER
A few years ago, I was scheduled to have a blood test at my clinic. It was the day before Halloween so I wasn’t too surprised to see the staff dressed in costume, but I had a little scare when the phlebotomist came in to take my blood. She was dressed in vampire garb and I had second thoughts about staying there. Halloween is like that. It can scare the bejeebers out of you, or unleash a creative spark. From that experience, I decided to have fun with it and wrote the following poem.
My day started out on a rather weird note.
I was met at the lab by a girl in black coat.
There was blood on her hands and her hair was a flutter.
She rolled up my sleeve. Not a word could I mutter.
I could tell she had recently had a brief taste,
And I knew that my blood test would not go to waste.
She then drew my blood with her knife in its sheath.
She smiled and said thank you with vampire teeth.
I think she was hoping for more to show up,
As she added my specimen into a large cup.
But I have to admit that she did make me nervous.
I suppose she’ll get fired for poor customer service.
Since that unusal experience, blood tests were put on hold for a whole year and I was surprised to find I wasn’t in as bad of shape as I thought I was.