Today was my last day shift.
so I brought donuts, as a little ‘thank you’ to my preceptor.
later, my [confused] 67 year old patient begged me for a kiss.
or to sit on his lap.
I told him, since he just had his chest cut open for heart surgery, that’s the last thing he’d want.
he promptly told me that he didn’t have surgery down there, so it was ok.
starting next week I’ll be a night owl.
feel free to text me in all wee hours of the night, there’s an excellent chance I’ll be awake.