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.
spotangel, DNP, RN, NP
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Sorry De nuts bolted!