Made a giant ass of myself yesterday at work.
Much of my job entails me picking up patients from their hospital room and bringing them to the surgical area via stretcher or bed. I also take them back to their rooms after they're done in the recovery room.
Yesterday, one of my coworkers was pushing a woman on a stretcher by me. I was the one who picked her up before surgery, and now she was on her way out of recovery. I wanted to acknowledge her. A simple smile and nod would have been appropriate. But nooo, I have to impulsively smile and ask, "How'd it go?" As soon as I got the words out of my mouth, I wanted to crawl into a hole. She stalled for a second and said, "Uh, it went okay." Not only is it none of my business how her surgery went, but the reason I wanted to crawl into a hole is that I remembered she was there for a D & C.
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