The Phlebotomist


Everyday, a male night-worker goes to his job inside a hospital. He is an RT (Respiratory Therapist) who works an average of forty hours each week and works part time in a slaughterhouse on weekends. Being an RT, he assists patients with difficulty in breathing and most of them are smokers. As part of his job, he takes the ABG (Arterial Blood Gas) from hospital patients (only about 1-2 milliLiter) for blood testing. He prefers being called not as an RT, but as a phlebotomist because he likes seeing blood all the time. He even volunteers to take blood from walk-ins and strangers everywhere who intend to donate blood to those in need. For over a decade, he's been doing the same routine. And to make his job more fulfilling and memorable, he collected at least 1mL of each donor/patient's blood sample and kept them in a big sterilized container everytime he goes home from work. For all the days he had worked in the past twelve years, he was able to collect a big blue drum containing human blood of different types, mixed altogether. One OFF day, all hospital co-workers surprised him on his birthday by visiting him in his house. The male worker was overwhelmed and thanked everybody for the greeting and warm visit. And because all co-workers brought different kinds of food, he served them with red wine. Everybody was extremely delighted with the red wine and so he was asked, "What brand of red wine do you drink?" The male worker replied, "It is a special brand of wine for hardworking people and very limited in stock. It's home-made!" After an hour of drinking, all the celebrator's friends and visitors, male and female, fell asleep. Only the celebrator was left awake and the last man standing, seeing everybody lying on the couch and house floor while others still seated and unconscious facing the dining table. While everybody was still asleep, the male worker went to his regular job -- leaving all his visitors and friends inside his house without waking them up. The medical director of the hospital approached the male worker that day and asked for everybody else because he is the only one being seen working in their department. The male worker just shrugged his shoulders and nodded. Many days passed, all co-workers in the hospital didn't return for work and were never seen again. Do you know why?...

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