Everyone ends up wearing scrubs when we're there overnight-- easier to sleep in, easier to shuffle down the hall in when there's an emergency (or just an overcaffeinated resident-- see my previous post) at 2AM.
Here's a reason not to.
Was at a gas station on my way home from my shift, still wearing scrubs. Am pumping gas, and the guy at the next pump yells to me: "you a doctor?"
"Yeah," I make the mistake of answering.
He comes over, shows me a cut on his arm. "I got this thing on my arm, you think it's infected?"
"I don't know, you should get a doctor to take a look."
"That's what I'm doing!"
"No, not at a gas station. If you're worried about it, go see your doctor."
"That's all I get? You can't examine it or something?"
"I'm sorry, you should go see your doctor."
And then he walks away, annoyed at me.
That's what I get for wearing my scrubs.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
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