CD12: In Which Yet Another Lab Tech Makes Me Cry

In preparation for this month's IUI, I went in this morning for a blood draw to determine how close I am to ovulation and if we should start doing ultrasounds.

My blood was drawn not by any of the lovable cast of characters you've met so far (Chatty Phlebotomist, Inappropriate Lab Administrative Assistant, or Ultra-Sweet Lab Manager). This morning it was drawn by the guy that the GF and I just call "Crazy Guy".

Crazy Guy is also a phlebotomist. Crazy Guy is called Crazy Guy because he rambles constantly, half of it mumbling. The mumbling contributes to the incomprehensibility of the soliloquy. If he weren't wearing a lab coat you'd think about calling hospital security. But his mumblings don't seem to distress his co-workers, and he draws blood with perfect ease, so I have had no quarrel with him.

Until today.

Me: (being swabbed, having tourniquet fitted)
Crazy Guy: So, how many kids you got at home?
Me: None.
Crazy Guy: Ah, you will.
Me: Hope you're right.
Crazy Guy: Little girl.
Me: (thinks it's a question) Girl or boy, I don't really mind, I'd be happy with either.
Crazy Guy: No, I'm telling you, you're gonna have a little girl.
Me: (stares at wall silently, tries not to cry)
Crazy Guy: (witnesses tear-filled eyes with satisfaction) When people come here, I like to uplift them.