Academic journal article Field

Vial

Academic journal article Field

Vial

Article excerpt

I was having blood drawn again, undergoing testing

for my mysterious ailment. The phlebotomist and I

inhabited the usual mix of small talk and silence-

then she giggled. What is it? I said. It's just,

isn't this strange? she said, holding up a vial of my blood.

To see what you are made of, in the hands of a stranger?

Totally, I said. I always thought that was weird,

but I never said anything because you're so professional.

You act like it's no big deal. No, yeah, she said,

gazing at the vial. It's fucking wild. Your mom is in here,

your dad, your future kids. Your habits, your secrets.

I feel like your job is one of the realest jobs there is,

I said. All this for fourteen dollars an hour, she said.

I wasn't sure what to say next. Money issues tend

to make me uncomfortable. …

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