Being right-handed with unblemished skin, I feel out-of-place in this medical den of left-handed tattoo-parlor enthusiasts.
Twice a day, a cheerful new CNA wraps the blood-pressure cuff around my unmarked arm, slips a pulse-oximeter over my finger, and swipes the new-fangled thermometer across my forehead.
(I seem to have low blood pressure and rarely reach 98.0F, much less 98.6F. I may be hibernating.)
The CNA scribbles my vitals on her clipboard with her left hand. A right-handed CNA here is as rare as a right-handed first baseman.
Meanwhile, I try to memorize her name in case she rotates back through my wing of the facility. It's no use trying to recognize her by the tattoos on her forearms, since almost all of my CNA's have murals of ink art from wrist to shoulder.
These ubiquitous CNA tattoos would give the facility a faint air of a Marine Corps boot camp--
If the tattooed drill sergeants were forever asking hopefully if there's anything else that they can do for the recruits--
And if the non-coms were all left-handed and far more attractive than usual.
In contrast, the Therapist tribe scorn tattoos and asking if they can plump my pillow. They act as if they can barely contain the urge to demand that I drop and give them twenty. And they're all right-handed.
Cheers,
Carl Fogel
Last edited by carlfogel; 07/15/202111:49 AM. Reason: subjects & verbs should agree
