August 30, 2010 § Leave a comment

This week at work, one of my teenage boy patients didn’t quite grab the urinal in time (diuretics have incredible power) and ended up messing the bed. Although slightly annoyed on the inside, I kept a straight face and attempted to cheerfully clean up my patient and his soiled bed. After he was resting comfortably in clean linen, he turned to me and said (only in the way an awkward teenage boy can), “Wow, thank you. Do they train you in niceness here?”

Why, no. No they don’t. But what a sweet sound hearing my patient say thank you (as opposed to the screaming, crying, kicking, swinging, and biting that I usually get).



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