Tattoo Evolution
I had collected a handful of trash in my gloved hand and went to take it off so that the trash would be trapped inside. The stupid cheap glove ripped though and all of the trash spilled back onto the floor. 'Oh...you!' My EMT suggested I grab a few pairs of their black gloves, as they are far superior.
'Oh, I love the black gloves, they make it look like I'm a tattoo artist.'
This piqued my patients interest and we got to talking about tattoos.
'Do you have any?' I asked her, fully expecting a no.
'I do' she answered confidently
'Oh, where is it? If you don't mind.'
There was a short pause and she lowered her voice 'On the top of my breast.'
'Ooh! Scandalous! What is it?'
'Well,' she answered seriously, 'It was a hummingbird. But now it looks more like a bald eagle.'
There was a pregnant pause as my parner couldn't see the mischevious glint in her deadpan face. Unable to decide if she should laugh or not, she could bear it no more and let a short chuckle pass her lips, half embarrased. When we all joined her and I think the patient was quite pleased with her funny.
'Oh, I love the black gloves, they make it look like I'm a tattoo artist.'
This piqued my patients interest and we got to talking about tattoos.
'Do you have any?' I asked her, fully expecting a no.
'I do' she answered confidently
'Oh, where is it? If you don't mind.'
There was a short pause and she lowered her voice 'On the top of my breast.'
'Ooh! Scandalous! What is it?'
'Well,' she answered seriously, 'It was a hummingbird. But now it looks more like a bald eagle.'
There was a pregnant pause as my parner couldn't see the mischevious glint in her deadpan face. Unable to decide if she should laugh or not, she could bear it no more and let a short chuckle pass her lips, half embarrased. When we all joined her and I think the patient was quite pleased with her funny.
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