Why I did not become a physician.
On rounds this morning the first three rooms we walked into included a woman defecating, another woman shooting blood everywhere (which only freaked me out b/c I thought she coughed it up and I was going to get TB, once I realized her IV had come loose I was ok), and a man that had not showered in what I can only guess in like 6 months. I couldn't even speak because I was too busy concentrating on breathing through my mouth.
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Ick.
A trick I learned during my hospital practicum in which I was required to look into the mouths of patients who had more important worries than making sure their breath was minty fresh:
A small dab of Vicks (or any scented lotion from Bath & Body Works) placed under your nose immediately before entering a room. Kept it in my lab coat pocket and worked like a charm.
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