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"Somebody's got to pick the tube up and take it to the lab," Culbreath continues. "Somebody's got to mop when your blood drippings fall on the floor. Somebody has to do your report on that blood drawn."
As Culbreath speaks, she gazes closely at the paper and begins making another row of marks directly underneath the first row. Soon there are three rows, each containing three marks, that are vertically arranged and evenly spaced. The drawing looks like an army formation.
"All you did was drew the blood. So then, what makes you the phlebotomist Jesus?" she asks, drawing a tight circle around the formation and marking an X at the top. "If you--the phlebotomist Jesus--can do all of this and get that patient his result back, then you would be Jesus. But you, the phlebotomist, can't do nothing but stick a needle in the arm and draw some blood.