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Thursday, March 20, 2008

The greatest joy of being an RT

One of the greatest joys of being a respiratory therapist is when I have to do a breathing treatment in a room with two sweet little old ladies and they are so happy to see me.

I don't feel I go out of my way to do anything special for them, just provide another person to converse with. Oh, I may offer to sneak them in a pop or something. Or I may do something simple like help one of them take a sip of water.

Then, after I wrap up the treatment, I say something like, "Well, you young ladies behave yourselves now," and I leave the room.

And, as I'm standing just outside the door, I hear the following conversation, which of course is extremely loud because neither of the ladies can hear worth a darn.

"Now, isn't that the nicest young man?"

"Yep," the other says, "He's such a nice one."

1 comment:

the anonymous therapist said...

The little old people can be a real joy to take care of sometimes. I had to treat the most delightful little old man the other day, and he spent probably twenty minutes telling me about his life. Sometimes taking care of the elderly can be quite rewarding.