Somebody left a coat in the surgical family waiting room. I would have never known, but a patient's family member told me. She also told me that she thought she knew which patient's family it belonged to. How very nice and helpful.
I took the coat to that patient's room, but the patient was sleeping and her family was no longer in there. I asked the nurse if she knew whether or not the family had gone for the day. The nurse didn't know, so she took the coat from me, and I followed her back to the patient's room. She woke the patient up and asked if the coat looked familiar. The patient didn't know for sure, but she thought maybe it could be her son's, so the nurse asked her to smell it. You know, because a post-surgical patient has ability to smell things and determine their owner. After sniffing it, the patient reached into the pockets to see what she could find. Her hand disappeared into the pocket and came back out with a handful of condoms. Awkward!
"Oh no, this isn't his! He's got five kids."
Not knowing what to say to that, I pointed out the obvious by saying, "Maybe he needs them, then?"
"No, he's had a vasectomy. This is definitely not his!"
*****
Should have some sunny, sandy photos soon. Can't wait to get out of this gloomy state for a little while.
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