Over the last month I’ve noticed I’ve become far more assertive. This served me well during a bizarre conversation this morning.
I was preparing for discharge – partner taking bags down to car, nurses packaging medication up – when a slightly not-quite-in-this-world patient drifted by.
“Are you going home today?”
“Yes, pretty soon, actually. We’re just finishing up.”
“Oh … how do you feel?”
“Fine. Really great, actually. How are you today?”
“I’m OK … Well, do you think you’re ready to go home?”
“And do the nurses think you’re ready to go home?”
This is where the assertiveness kicks in. (And, truth be told, a slight pushback against the implication that I may not be ready to go home.)
“Do you mind me asking why are you asking me these questions? Yes, I am ready to go home. Yes, I am feeling fine. This conversation is striking me as a little strange.”
“Hmm.” And she drifts away.
Am typing this at home. It is QUIET. It is PEACEFUL.
And no one is going to drift by questioning my sanity.