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Maybe I went too far
Yesterday the nurse who drew my blood told me this story as she swabbed my arm:
"A patient was in here earlier with her four-year-old son. He didn't mind the needles and wasn't fazed at all by the blood. What got him was the smell of the alcohol. His eyes got really big and he asked, 'Is that alcohol?' When I told him it was, he looked very concerned, and asked, 'Do you carefully put that away so that children can't get it?'"
And I thought, yeah, all the children running around unsupervised in the infertility clinic.
I said, "I hope you told him, 'No, we store it in a big open barrel surrounded by balloons and streamers and a big blinking sign that says, Bob for Prizes Here!'"
She laughed nervously and changed the subject.