I waited 55 mins in Dr's waiting room (surely the most depressing place on earth) but still managed a cheery hello when I walked into her room. She didn't speak or even look up.
I sat in the chair she pointed to. She put something in my hand and barked "squeeze", took the blood, stuck on a plaster. Still didn't speak, so I said "it's about a week til the results isn't it?" and she nodded.
Then I said thank you and goodbye, no acknowledgement from her, so I left. Now, I realise my side of things was hardly startling conversation but really...? Good job I had a hundred blood tests when expecting DSs. Imagine if you'd never been before and were dreading the whole thing.