Never again

I was the only nurse at work today. Everyone else was at the ICCC meeting and since I am just a clinic nurse and I don't give chemo - I didn't have to go.

It was a boring day. Only 4 patients, 3 lab draws, and 2 injections. Since there was only the front office receptionist and me, I had to enter all my own orders and answers phones too. Still it ended up being uneventful.

I decided to wear the white flare legged uniform pants I bought about a year ago. I never wear them because I hate the way they look from behind. I wore my new white top with them and even white socks.

I was taking some blood to the lab and caught a glimpse of myself in the glass door of the admitting area as I passed by - I looked like a marshmallow or a snowman maybe. It was pathetic. What was I thinking? Did I not look in the mirror before I left the house?

White hides nothing and accentuates everything - every curve, roll, dimple, flaw, and imperfection. This is precisely why I have adopted black as my new favorite color.

To top matters off every time I would come out of the bathroom I would notice that my left thumb was blue. Strange - some weird circulation problem?

Come to find out the entire left side of what used to be my white underwear was blue from what must have been the broken ink pen I found in the laundry. Upon closer inspection I noticed that the blue was visible through my pants, in fact, it was now on my pants too. At least I can rest assured that my thumb is not going to fall off from lack of circulation.

I am glad nurses are not required to wear white anymore because I would surely have to change professions. I will never, never again wear white.