I went in to see one of my patients yesterday at the beginning of my shift and introduced myself. He looked up at me and said, "Wow, you don't look like a nurse".
"Oh, I don't do I?", I said (expecting him to reply back and say that I looked too young to be nurse or I look like a 12 year old or something).
He replied back, "No, you look like a movie star".
I was of course very taken aback and half laughed. I told him that I'd never heard that one before and wanted to know who paid him to say that. "Oh, nobody paid me," he said.
"Well, thanks" I said.
I of course went out and told several staff members how my patient told me that I looked like a movie star and I felt all glamorous for about an hour or so.
Then I went to do my hourly rounds on my patients. The nice gentleman was sleeping by this time and I went over to his bedside table to quietly clean off some old food and trash. When I picked up a napkin, I suddenly saw something sitting under it that made me quickly come back to reality...
...He hadn't been wearing his (very thick lensed) glasses when he talked to me earlier. I remembered that he wasn't wearing any at the time and there they were now sitting on his bedside table. Oh well. Nonetheless, it wasn't a bad way to start the work week.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Grumble, grumble...
I'm not voting Republican this next Tuesday based on one very important fact: They obviously don't care about the plight of the night R.N.'s who need their valuable sleep because they send their solicitors to these R.N.'s doors at 9:45 a.m. to campaign! Not only door bell ringing, but door pounding too. I wish I'd known who it was so I would have crawled out of bed to answer the door and yell at them. However, I did have Oscar to give them a piece of my mind...hopefully the solicitor understood dopey, howling black lab/hound language....
...This afternoon I angrily tore up the propaganda (which also let a draft into my house because it prevented the storm door from being shut properly) and placed it in my recycling bin.......Now I'm crabby, tired, but at least environmentally friendly....
...This afternoon I angrily tore up the propaganda (which also let a draft into my house because it prevented the storm door from being shut properly) and placed it in my recycling bin.......Now I'm crabby, tired, but at least environmentally friendly....
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