Remember my arm injury from when we installed laundry shelves? While I was in hospital it was still scabbed over, although not now. One nurse asked what happened? I replied, one of your co-workers was very careless when inserting a canula. It was a two second moment of, 'oh f***' before he realised it was an old wound. He grinned widely. My job was done.
My youngish cardiologist who has been published in the New England Journal of Medicine, and with his trainee present explained in great detail about my heart which went over the top of my other important organ, my brain. When he ran out of breath I replied, "So you are saying both the top half of my heart is screwed and the bottom half is screwed too". They laughed and he said, not at all. My job was done.
A nurse was speaking to a fellow patient. "Oh, your blood pressure has gone right down!" Maybe ten seconds later she said, "There you go. It is up again. There is nothing like telling a patient that their blood pressure is low to get it up again". Nurse's job was done.
If I was asked by nurses, I told them I had partner and none batted an eyelid when R turned up to visit me and were all friendly towards R. Only one made assumptions a trainee Kiwi Maori nurse who knew I lived a couple of kilometres from the hospital. He way down the line of command also checked that someone would accompany me home. I assured him my partner would. He replied, it could be a nice walk home through the park for you and your wife. While I didn't see his face, I know he saw R come to collect me and take me home. Lesson learnt perhaps? My job was done.