Memorial Healthtech Laboratories

Alisa is wonderful! She is comforting and puts her patients at ease. I would sometimes have to lay down to have blood drawn and she never acted like it was an inconvenience to prep another area. Her manner with my son was amazing and she is quick too! Her work is very through and we have had no issues with this group.

I totally concur with Alice E. Elaine at Spring St. has completely removed my squeemishness about getting blood drawn.
I had to get 5, count ‘em 5, viles drawn for a routine physical work up and she was done in a flash.

Look, I know going in that a morning of getting blood drawn is not going to be the best time in the world, but Ms. Grumpy Gus working check in at the lab on that day was going to be damn sure it wasn’t a good time.
It was one of those situations where things were already tense after she said her first word. Just the tone, I could tell this wasn’t going to be a good time.
«My address is different now that it is on that form, should I change it?»
«Yeah, just change it.»
«Hmmm…the way it’s set up here, there’s really no room to write anywhere. Should I white it out or — «
And this is the part where she slams a sharpie down on the counter.
And then comes the part where I look at her. A look of confusion, but also a look of «Bitch, no you didn’t just slam a sharpie down.»
And I hold the sharpie, and say, «What do you -«
“JUST WRITE IT OVER THE OLD ADDRESS»
«Uh, just over it? Will you be able to re-​«
“JUST WRITE IT OVER.»
And then she breathed fire and turned into Maleficent and a giant thorny garden grew all around her. Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but I swear, none of the rest was at all exaggerated.
After defacing my form with a sharpie I return to my seat, I notice a sign on their door about how they pride themselves on getting referral business, and moments later I can hear her eyes rolling as she shouts: «Do you live at 147… or 642… I can’t read this.»
OH NO SHE DIDN’T. Are you fucking kidding me?
Okay, I didn’t say that, but as much as you can communicate that through facial expression, that’s what I did. And, I’ll admit, I did retort that she told me to write it that way. And she got all snappy back at me.
And then the dread hit: Holy shit. I hope SHE’S not going to be the one drawing my blood. So, when she starts shouting curt and vague directions to the bathroom so I can piss in a cup, I try to be more polite.
Well, thank my lucky stars — she wasn’t the one who actually had to stick needles in my veins. It was a lovely young nurse who even offered an apology for the ogre running things up front.
On my way out I noticed the sign again about how they pride themselves on patient referrals. And just smiled. If you only knew…