The other day I was putting an IV in a patient and drawing bloods.
Me: So, now that that's all over how about you tell me your name to make sure I didn't just take all the blood for no reason.
Patient: Mr Smith.
Me: And your date of birth.
Patient: X of the X 19XX.
Me: That's great, and your address.
Patient: X street road.
Me: Well I think that's all, pretty sure I stabbed the right person.
Patient: How about my number? Do you want that as well incase you want to call me?
Me (startled): Er... well I have in fact got that on this sheet of paper, so no need, Mr Smith.
My patient is a cheeky yet charming 80-something year old man who I may have caused anaemia in because his IV bled so much.
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