I t wasn't the patient who asked but me, the nurse. I was just beginning to pass meds at the nursing home and I had a med. cup with dark liquid when for some reason the first resident's room door came slamming toward me. My hands were full and the door hit me smack in the medicine cup spilling the liquid all over my white uniform top. I knew if I left it all over me it would stain (did I mention this was at the beginning of my shift). There was one sweet lady about my size (I was pregnant and not on the skinny side) who I knew was well kept. I went in and explained and asked to borrow one of her blouses. I scrubbed and soaked my uniform top in the mean time. Well, needless to say the rest of my shift was done in the brightest, polyester knit button down blouse I've ever seen but at least it allowed me to finish my shift. I washed her blouse and gave it back to her on my next shift. I'll never forget that she was so nice to do that. I learned after that to watch for flying doors.