Before nursing school I didn't realize how excited people were to show off their wounds, incisions, scars... you name it. Before I have a chance to tell them I don't need to see it, they have already pulled down their pants or pulled up their shirt. I am then forced to oooh and ahhh. They trust me when I tell them their wounds look good (even though I have no idea how they should look.) I tend to wear masks when the nasty stuff happens so I can breathe through my mouth and gag with smiling eyes.
Happy November.
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