We are blood transfusion and haematology,
specimen reception, coagulation and biochemists
saying all this makes me feel very bright
🥼
We wait for all the couriers to bring our GP work
though the pods are never-ending, phone calls non-stop
and we do our best to keep our lab coats white
🥼
we get all sorts of tubes and specimens
the blood vacutainers come in many colours
it’s often a surprise that makes it an interesting night.
🥼
We book the samples in by scanning
cards and tubes on big computers
and hope the labels don’t tear or fight
🥼
I once heard on the radio last week
about a specimen pot in a jacket potato
what was inside will give you a fright
🥼
Sometimes it’s calm, but we’re often busy
here in the Path Lab, we’re the best MLAs
cause at the end of the day, it’s always alright.
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Chloe Gilholy
Former healthcare worker and lab worker from Oxfordshire. Author of ten books including Drinking Poetry and Game of Mass Destruction. Travelled to over 20 countries.
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Specimen pot in a jacket potato? Lol. Loved your poem!