In the medical profession we often have misleading communications between co-workers. Like this morning the nurse said she was going to the ER for woman troubles. I said, "Oh, I have had those." She answered with, "What?"

Or here is another one. When taking care of the female residents I will get residents who say they prefer women. Of course, I say, "I do, too."

I was wondering if others have encountered these type of communications in their line of work.

Lol

You really got to love the work and have a sense of humour to make it. The caring profession is the life for me.

Like one under my care was told that she was under a doctor's orders not to have coffee. I explain this to her and she replied, "Oh, I don't like that doctor, any way."

We often take a sanity check with other co-workers to see if it is just us.

Something we often agree on between co-workers is, "If you are not crazy when you get here you will be before you leave."

Sounds like my work environment

As someone that's been a patient, there seems to be something about the situation that makes me get the wrong end of the stick. I had a nurse saying to me, "Did you know that you can get free condoms in Lothian?" Edinburgh is in Midlothian but I thought that she meant in Lothian Road, which is a street in the city centre where all the shops are.

You understand the misconceptions, I see.

Speaking of patients one of our residents has been told so often to be patient that she has almost been turned into a parrot. She will is cognisant of this and starts out her requests with, "Be patient". Of course, I will respond with, "Well, If you get tired of be patient you can be resident." So far the conversation is lost on her.

I know that feeling, 1 day we had a customer come into the store I do some work at because HE saw we sell "magic wands", well sufficed to say the "magic wands" the store sells are not from harry potter and definitely should not be used by men on themselves

This thread reminds me of how I always have try to figure out, what my gran is telling me, every time I visit her. She can understand what I'm saying to her, but her sentences can end up de-funked. So I sometimes end up pointing to stuff, and she either nods or shakes her head. You can't ask her complicated questions. Even just "How are you?", can confuse her. So I can't ask her that anymore. She can't remember my name, but calls me the girl with the blonde hair. We can only talk about simple things (that comes easily enough, what with being blonde. Just kidding). Sometimes she'll almost crack her own jokes. And you can tell she's trying to. But she just doesn't quite get to the end bit. But we laugh and pretend we understand everything she's saying, because the poor woman's brain is all over the place. She seem's happy enough though, which is what's the most important thing. I keep joking with her, telling her to stop being a damn rebel. And she replies with "Well, your grandad got me like that". Aye, any excuse to cause trouble in that nursing home.