Getting an inflated ego
This afternoon, I was taking blood cultures from this sweet little old lady who unfortunately has horrible metastatic disease in her lungs (but her X-ray makes good teaching material because you can see the classic cannonball appearance).
Anyway, when I introduced myself and explained that I needed to take some bloods, she complimented me on my choice of a top! I smiled and thanked her of course... and went about doing what I need to. Then again, when I was cleaning the puncture site with alcohol swab, she said my watch was very nice. That wasn't the end of it because after I finished taking blood, she commented on how nice the cut of my skirt was!
The most surprising thing though is that she complimented me on my figure! I don't know if I should be flattered or appalled especially when I'm not sure if she's cognitively intact. Nevertheless, it did manage to put a smile to my face.
Anyway, when I introduced myself and explained that I needed to take some bloods, she complimented me on my choice of a top! I smiled and thanked her of course... and went about doing what I need to. Then again, when I was cleaning the puncture site with alcohol swab, she said my watch was very nice. That wasn't the end of it because after I finished taking blood, she commented on how nice the cut of my skirt was!
The most surprising thing though is that she complimented me on my figure! I don't know if I should be flattered or appalled especially when I'm not sure if she's cognitively intact. Nevertheless, it did manage to put a smile to my face.