Then my patient told me he wanted me to put on a dry pair of clothes and that if they didn't give me one to wear his clothes and a belt to keep them up. LOL He told me he didn't want to see me in an oxygen tent and dying of pneumonia. He said, "You're too nice of a girl for that." He knew someone who had. He told me that if he didn't see me in a dry pair of clothes the next time he saw me he was going to raise all hell. He made me promise to get a dry pair of clothes on.
So I went to the laundry department and they only had size 2 XL LOL So I was swimming in it. But my patient was happy. But he wasn't done bossing me around yet. He made me go in his bathroom and get a clean towel that hadn't been used yet and dry my hair..."in front of me." He wanted to make sure I did it because I kept saying my wet hair was no big deal. And later that night he kept asking me if I was okay and if I felt better. I was like, "Yeah, I'm not freezing anymore. I'm actually really hot from running around." LOL
My scrubs are still damp 10 hours later. They were sopping at the time. It's nice to know there are so many people that love me. So many of m co-workers asked me if I was okay. I really must've looked awful. LOL So that's my story of being soaking wet and loved.