Back in July of '16, my medical nurse wife Belinda rented us a cabin in the foothills of Missouri in order to celebrate our wedding anniversary. I wore a pair of jeans and an old scrub top for the long drive.
We had just unpacked when Belinda said, "Let's take a walk down to the river".
We were walking down the gravel path with a slight slight decline when Belinda's right leg slid out from under her and she landed on her bottom.
"Here- I'll help you up", I said.
Belinda replied, in her calm, usual manner, "I think I broke my ankle".
Sure enough, she had fractured her tibia and required an ORIF.
After my retirement last Spring, I let my old scrubs hang in my closet. Last Fall, I decided to wear one of my scrub tops.
That night, I had to take Belinda into the ER for what was diagnosed as cholecystitis.
I made note of this to Belinda, that the two times I had worn scrub tops outside of work, she had to go to the ER.
"I'm not going to wear my scrub tops any more", I said.
"Please don't ", she replied.
Got superstitions?
18 hours ago, Daisy4RN said:Or, the bananas were really good bait!
"The fear of bananas on board seems to have its origins in the 1700s, when the Caribbean trade was in full swing. It was believed that boats carrying bananas had to move quickly to deliver the fruits before they spoiled, leaving little to no time for fishermen to troll for fish."
Thank goodness nowadays we have Flying Fruit Baskets!
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It’s bananas!